Welcome to the depressing side of house moving. We've now sliced £25k off the asking price of our house in the last three week. Let me put that to you in real terms. That is the equivalent to receiving a copy of the Sunday Times for free for the next 240 years, 3 1/2  bottles of Delord Freres Armagnac 1848 (70cl), approximately 10 round the world tickets or 20 'G' reg Robin Reliants....so as you can see we're feeling pretty unhappy (although i don't care very much for the Armagnac at £7,750 a bottle).

 

So then, we wait, as we have done for the last two months. Two months, two viewings - all that tidying around for just two viewings. I'm hoping that now we've dropped into a new price range people will be forming orderly queues outside to view. Surely it's that easy isn't it?

 

Meanwhile in Brighton I expect all those agents we registered with and showed initial enthusiasm with have either have or dropped us down to 'automated emails only' category or worse still be deleted us from their files altogether. That said I do get one young lady who religiously calls me each week recommending an entirely inapporpiate property due to it's a) wrong location b) lack of bedroomsc) no outside space....or on special occasions all three.

 

So we're at an impasse. My house price goes down while those in Brighton go up. By the time we compete we could well end up only being able to rent a static caravan in nearby Shoreham.