Hi Whiff, I've just had an exhausting time finding and uploading my P60's to prove my income, renting certainly isn't straightforward. They wouldn't accept my bank statements because my name isn't showing on each sheet - ? TSB don't print your name on each sheet. I went paper free so I could download the statements in PDF - but it takes a month to be actioned
Exasperating. The agency then told me to ring the bank and ask them to print some out for me with my name on. I haven't ordered duplicates for many years but remember they cost quite a bit per item. Ridiculous, so glad I'd done my 'filing' and found the P60's quickly. At last I'm finally 'credit checked' and have 'passed' the reference checking.
I don't know if the buyer is completely dodo dead yet Whiff, all a bit of a blur with my aunt going into hospital on 19 December. She has now done a list of emergency contacts, but is upset one of her two POA friends has gone to Australia without telling her!
I do think the buyer has timed this strategically. It all happened on Monday 16 December, my head was full of Christmas too. The EA rang and said having seen the survey he wanted to offer £50K less, ie £305K. I was really angry and said to forget it, but she said he'd spent a lot of money on the survey, was keen, and it was worth seeing if he'd up his offer. She rang and he came back with £330K which I said I'd accept. She then said she wanted to try for a bit more and asked him for £335K.
He asked to sleep on it Monday night. On the morning of Tuesday 17th she rang me to say he'd withdrawn by email over night, but she'd phoned him for a chat, and he still wanted the mortgage survey (happening at 12.30 pm) to go ahead.
I think it was Thursday 19th, the same day my aunt collapsed, the EA rang to say the buyer had been told the mortgage company wouldn't agree to lend him the money without a damp/timber report from a PSA or something approved specialist - and they were closing down at 4 pm on Monday 23rd December. They'd got me some numbers to try so yet again he was interrupting my time, I should charge him. It was all horribly rushed, but I agreed to a) book it and b) pay for it so I could keep the report, and ask the surveyor about these 'beetles' the surveyor had commented on, more than once. They were unable to come until today, nice man, but again I had to get up early to walk my dog, lock him in the car, and have someone poking about the house.
I wonder if they will give him the mortgage, and for how much, if they do. I'll see what happens, I'm going to stick yellow post it notes on the few items I need moved down to the cottage and relax for a while. I'm sure I will end up at auction.