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Stress

I had a really horrible stressy situation this morning. There was an appointment booked for the survey on the house for the buyers, and obviously I expected (ala UK) some spud with a clipboard to come around for 20 mins occasionally looking in a corner and muttering 'hmmm' to himself.

Anyway, 9.30am comes and so do 3 different inspectors, complete with various pieces of electronic equipment for detecting flaws in the house. Accompanying them were the buyers agent, the buyers, and their kids. 8 or 10 people in total. They obviously woke Harry by being noisy and so he & I decamped to my study while they circled the exterior of the house.

I was feeling a bit freaked out by it all, especially when I noticed that the wife had paint swatches and obviously intended to come in and measure up for her stuff. I wasn't aware that they were due to come and look around in that detail. The bloody hard work involved in keeping this place looking like nobody lives in it over the last few weeks was exhausting, and having an offer on the place I actually allowed some washing up to stay in the sink this morning and there was laundry everywhere.

So I was a bit stressed by the mess, ran around attempting to tidy up, then they all entered the house. They began by going into the small bathroom downstairs, flushed the loo's, opened cupboards and saw things I'd rather they didn't see (girly things), then into the laundry room where they unloaded my dryer (on, full of wet clothes) and I heard them talking about the hose being wrong on it. Then they came into my office, where I was, and the inspector dude was moaning about a couple of things in here too.

By this time I was really freaked out by the whole thing, lots of people, very overwhelming, upsetting to hear my house criticized. They buggered off into the kitchen and then I heard them opening all my cupboards up and looking in at which point I lost the desire to sit & listen to them so I went outside with Harry and sat on the porch feeling and looking miserable until my next door neighbour took pity on me and invited me in for tea.

The posse ended up being in my house for over 3 hrs. I brought Dylan back from the bus and they were sitting around MY table in the kitchen discussing the things that were wrong with the house while I was trying to make him lunch and it was just awful. Then , bizarrely, they said 'The house is in perfect order, nothing wrong at all'.

Very peculiar indeed.

And horrid. Very stressful, I think, in part due to the fact that if I were walking around a house and having 50,000 things wrong pointed out to me I would probably not want to buy it and I thought that they were going to pull out too.

Thankfully it's done now and all that needs to happen is a valuation done tomorrow for their mortgage application.