Final destination?

We managed to find about six houses for viewing at the weekend after our paranoia that no more would come up. First up was a scruffy over-priced one in Hove and smelt of old ladies. Second was cheap but needed the whole inside gutting since it hadn't changed since before the war (WW2 that is not Iraq). Third was hilariously so bad. It was on the main road with views of giant pylons and a bus stop right outside. Inside we were bombarded with Christ and saint images everywhere with a mixture of cheap Indian restaurant style laminate panelling and flooring. The family selling were Egyptian Christians and had lowered the selling price recently - good luck to them. Another cheap place to view in Portslade which we should have canceled but another chuckle at the décor. The owner was moving to Oz to do Harley Davidson repair. It was the 70's style ninja photos (of the owner) that got me.

All these disasters were getting us down by now but like a misty edged, angel singing dream, the next house appeared. You just couldn't fault it from the first step inside. Most of the rooms still had fireplaces working, dining room had double french doors to the garden, backyard was landscaped professionally with pond and the landing had an unusual skylight. The only problem there was though - it was marketed by the same meddling Estate Agent which mucked us around with the last offer. The other viewings after paled in comparison including a student house which had ceiling damage. After that we put the offer in at asking price and waited for our destiny.