Asking £800K for my place and had a viewing yesterday. Little wiry man, dodgy tash and terrible combover. He was dressed in a saggy gray suit, was softly spoken and spelt of wee.
He went around saying how he was looking to upgrade his house as he'd been permie for a while and his wife was doing quite well. It was going to be a push but based on his wife's salary he was able to get a £500k mortgage(after they'd taken him off)
He absolutely enthused over the house but to be honest I quite like my neighbours and the thought of this man pot noodling while looking out over next door was quite disturbing.
Agency phoned to say he was offering £750k 'cash' even though he needed a mortgage.
I refused as being I didn't like him.
He can fook orf.
He went around saying how he was looking to upgrade his house as he'd been permie for a while and his wife was doing quite well. It was going to be a push but based on his wife's salary he was able to get a £500k mortgage(after they'd taken him off)
He absolutely enthused over the house but to be honest I quite like my neighbours and the thought of this man pot noodling while looking out over next door was quite disturbing.
Agency phoned to say he was offering £750k 'cash' even though he needed a mortgage.
I refused as being I didn't like him.
He can fook orf.
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