Rant Rant Rant

We're trying to buy a house. Its been 7 months, looking most weekends, and 2 weeks ago, we found one we wanted. We put in an offer, conditional on a satisfactory building report, and waited 2 days. The inspector called Friday lunchtime (contract stipulated gotta have a decision by COP Friday) and said its a good one, go ahead. So I called JAS. H. STEPHENS and said yes please, we'll have it.
At 5.45, i.e. 45 minutes after the contract had become unconditional, he called back apologising because he'd given us a report on the WRONG HOUSE. Our house, he went on to say, was pretty much fucked.
So we called JAS.H. back and said cancel cancel cancel, and they said ok.
But an hour later, they called and said actually no. You're contractually obliged to buy the house. We spent the weekend on the phone to lawyers, and by Monday we'd had advice from 2 private practise lawyers, a lawyer in the federal attourney-general's office, and the WA ombudsman, that we weren't in fact obliged to do JACK.
That was 2 weeks ago, and we're still waiting for the deposit back so K can buy a goddamn car.
And now the vendor's lawyer has written us a letter tieing the return of the deposit to our fucking SILENCE about the lemon of a house we were thinking of buying.
They want to make sure we don't tell people at the auction that they're bidding for a disaster zone.
We are not happy.
We are feeling provoked. It may well be that we hand out copies of the report at the auction just to fuck with them now.
I may attach it here even, for the zero people who ever look at this lame blog.

posted by Annie B @ 10:53 AM