OMG! Moving house is just so stressful! Along the way there just seems to be so much avoidable nonsence. Poor you! It looks like you're doing a brilliant job sorting it all out.
My current home was purchased several years ago, a nice house, in a favoured location, with green space all around. I wanted to move in within a month which was agreed via the Estate Agent as my buyer needed to move quickly. When it came to exchanging contracts, I couldn't move in for 3 months because the seller was too busy with her 'catering business'. The choices were to pull out, having paid for survey, solicitor fees etc, wait and loose the buyer for my property or complete on my sale, put everything into storage and live out of bags with a small child, staying with family and friends and wait for the purchase to go through. I did the latter, feeling my possessions would be safely stored in 'dry, secure storage' at hundreds of pounds a month. It wasn't dry and it wasn't secure..... But that's another story.
The day of completion finally arrived! The keys were mine the door was opened and yuk! After days of rain, it looked like muddy elephants had been partying in the lounge. The pale blue carpet was no longer that colour at all! The downstairs loo was cracked and leaking, the kitchen counter was burnt as were the units next to the cooker, and the ceiling looked like something orange had exoded. I'm assuming it was the aftermath of what must have been one hell of a party! The slow walk round in daylight revealed the brightly coloured walls, I thought a quick blitz with emulsion would sort out, were GLOSS Paint, everywhere, red, orange, purple, yellow, blue and grey! Even the tiles in the bathroom and the backs of the doors! Then the very loud, hostile man from next door appeared at the front door which I opened to politely say hello.....but was greeted with 'I hope you're not going to be having f**ng parties and a house full of blokes all the time keeping me awake'.......... The central heating boiler was broken, the garden fence was waving in the wind, the kitchen smelt like a chip shop. Then the removal men arrived in the rain like tornadoes, everything I owned, minus the bits that went missing, were in the house at break neck speed, wet and mouldy!
Well some people like a challenge and others can transform a bomb site, I fully knew you were in the second category. its looking great. I want to take this opportunity while talking of customer service Curry's was the experience that stripped my brain, and insisted factory level compliance of all my molecules .When I asked for the chat transcripts -because finally and against ever iota of common sense in my body I got into a 'do you understand me?- with one guy. His response was he had auto script on and he must be right. It was about past present and future tenses , since I had no idea whether in the present the past or the future the hoped for thing ( my washing machine refund ) would happen. I vowed never to use them again, but as my washing machine was a voucher from Curry's I then had to get a better model from them. I have decided if it goes wrong I will go to the manufacturer's. I will skip 99 percent detail as too traumatic to recall, but the machine world is well into our domestic sphere now.
Good luck with everything, colour scheme is cool, and after all if you can tackle that , you can do anything. Most of us would have just crawled into a hole and died.
reading a good book on the Lucy Letby Case by Paul Bamford, lots of interesting stuff sure you have it on you radar anyway.
I never had any such problems. I had just one fraudulent charge on a credit card that was sorted promptly. I bought houses in simpler times with minimal stress. I hope life goes better for you from now on. I look forward to more lovely photos of your house refurbishment.
I can only imagine what kind of chaos the previous tenant's children were subject to. I feel bad for those children. Padlocks on the doors, broken lights, holes on the wall. That just chips away at anyone's sanity.
Your sons room is wonderful! And every *after* picture looks much more warm than the *before* ones were.
OMG! Moving house is just so stressful! Along the way there just seems to be so much avoidable nonsence. Poor you! It looks like you're doing a brilliant job sorting it all out.
My current home was purchased several years ago, a nice house, in a favoured location, with green space all around. I wanted to move in within a month which was agreed via the Estate Agent as my buyer needed to move quickly. When it came to exchanging contracts, I couldn't move in for 3 months because the seller was too busy with her 'catering business'. The choices were to pull out, having paid for survey, solicitor fees etc, wait and loose the buyer for my property or complete on my sale, put everything into storage and live out of bags with a small child, staying with family and friends and wait for the purchase to go through. I did the latter, feeling my possessions would be safely stored in 'dry, secure storage' at hundreds of pounds a month. It wasn't dry and it wasn't secure..... But that's another story.
The day of completion finally arrived! The keys were mine the door was opened and yuk! After days of rain, it looked like muddy elephants had been partying in the lounge. The pale blue carpet was no longer that colour at all! The downstairs loo was cracked and leaking, the kitchen counter was burnt as were the units next to the cooker, and the ceiling looked like something orange had exoded. I'm assuming it was the aftermath of what must have been one hell of a party! The slow walk round in daylight revealed the brightly coloured walls, I thought a quick blitz with emulsion would sort out, were GLOSS Paint, everywhere, red, orange, purple, yellow, blue and grey! Even the tiles in the bathroom and the backs of the doors! Then the very loud, hostile man from next door appeared at the front door which I opened to politely say hello.....but was greeted with 'I hope you're not going to be having f**ng parties and a house full of blokes all the time keeping me awake'.......... The central heating boiler was broken, the garden fence was waving in the wind, the kitchen smelt like a chip shop. Then the removal men arrived in the rain like tornadoes, everything I owned, minus the bits that went missing, were in the house at break neck speed, wet and mouldy!
Well some people like a challenge and others can transform a bomb site, I fully knew you were in the second category. its looking great. I want to take this opportunity while talking of customer service Curry's was the experience that stripped my brain, and insisted factory level compliance of all my molecules .When I asked for the chat transcripts -because finally and against ever iota of common sense in my body I got into a 'do you understand me?- with one guy. His response was he had auto script on and he must be right. It was about past present and future tenses , since I had no idea whether in the present the past or the future the hoped for thing ( my washing machine refund ) would happen. I vowed never to use them again, but as my washing machine was a voucher from Curry's I then had to get a better model from them. I have decided if it goes wrong I will go to the manufacturer's. I will skip 99 percent detail as too traumatic to recall, but the machine world is well into our domestic sphere now.
Good luck with everything, colour scheme is cool, and after all if you can tackle that , you can do anything. Most of us would have just crawled into a hole and died.
reading a good book on the Lucy Letby Case by Paul Bamford, lots of interesting stuff sure you have it on you radar anyway.
I never had any such problems. I had just one fraudulent charge on a credit card that was sorted promptly. I bought houses in simpler times with minimal stress. I hope life goes better for you from now on. I look forward to more lovely photos of your house refurbishment.
You might like 'The Bodies of Others' by Naomi Wolf
Lol - reminds me of the holes I filled 24 years ago.
I can only imagine what kind of chaos the previous tenant's children were subject to. I feel bad for those children. Padlocks on the doors, broken lights, holes on the wall. That just chips away at anyone's sanity.
Your sons room is wonderful! And every *after* picture looks much more warm than the *before* ones were.
❤️ It is turning out beautiful