I'm going to take my own advice and post in the depths of my misery. I've suffered a disappointment, and I find it hard to talk about face to face because my eyes tend to leak, I know it's silly but I can't help it.
I live in a flat and about a year ago an incredibly noisy family moved in upstairs. the noise has permeated to the depths of my soul and I am a shadow of my former self. My life has a permanent soundtrack of thump bang crash, and it is sooo wearying.
But that's not my disappointment, just the background to it.
After 20 years in this flat we have started the search for a new house, preferably on the ground floor, and definitely with no upstairs neighbours. A proper house in fact. A few weeks ago we found one. 12 Westfield Rd. Perfect. A semi detached house for rent, in the same town. The owners aren't just letting it because the housing market is so weak, they are looking for a long term tenant. It has a garden, a garage, and an old lady next door who is unlikely to have late night parties at weekends. It also has a tiny kitchen and a basic bathroom, and no downstairs loo, but apart from that....
We viewed it, considered it and applied for it. Various credit checks were to be carried out. I declared openly the shadow on my record (there's a good reason I'm a tenant and not an owner!) and was assured that that was unlikely to be a problem. We waited for the result to come through, and I always kept my natural pessimism to the fore. After all until the checks are complete we may well not have secured the house. Then one evening I checked the reference website and there against my name was an open comment - "Approved for Tenancy"!
Marvellous! The house was ours! I danced around, I emailed my children, I spoke to my sister by phone telling her the whole story of the application, I checked we had the deposit available and slept happy that night knowing I could escape this prison.
Next morning my husband went to see the agent.... "Unfortunately..." the thieving sons of unmarried parents! They took our 'administration fee', ran the checks, then refused the application because of the shadow I had declared to them and had been assured was not an issue! Apparently the only way they could approve the tenancy would be if we paid the entire term up front - plus a deposit! It's hilarious really.
Now we're £50 poorer, and in the same hellish position we were before. However I had allowed my hopes to build up that night and when they came crashing down it was devastating. I had to tell everyone I had been mistaken and that I was not actually moving - which is mortifying. I have to face no end to this noise and disruption, in fact the children will get bigger and noisier and I can't see life getting any better.
I live in a flat and about a year ago an incredibly noisy family moved in upstairs. the noise has permeated to the depths of my soul and I am a shadow of my former self. My life has a permanent soundtrack of thump bang crash, and it is sooo wearying.
But that's not my disappointment, just the background to it.
After 20 years in this flat we have started the search for a new house, preferably on the ground floor, and definitely with no upstairs neighbours. A proper house in fact. A few weeks ago we found one. 12 Westfield Rd. Perfect. A semi detached house for rent, in the same town. The owners aren't just letting it because the housing market is so weak, they are looking for a long term tenant. It has a garden, a garage, and an old lady next door who is unlikely to have late night parties at weekends. It also has a tiny kitchen and a basic bathroom, and no downstairs loo, but apart from that....
We viewed it, considered it and applied for it. Various credit checks were to be carried out. I declared openly the shadow on my record (there's a good reason I'm a tenant and not an owner!) and was assured that that was unlikely to be a problem. We waited for the result to come through, and I always kept my natural pessimism to the fore. After all until the checks are complete we may well not have secured the house. Then one evening I checked the reference website and there against my name was an open comment - "Approved for Tenancy"!
Marvellous! The house was ours! I danced around, I emailed my children, I spoke to my sister by phone telling her the whole story of the application, I checked we had the deposit available and slept happy that night knowing I could escape this prison.
Next morning my husband went to see the agent.... "Unfortunately..." the thieving sons of unmarried parents! They took our 'administration fee', ran the checks, then refused the application because of the shadow I had declared to them and had been assured was not an issue! Apparently the only way they could approve the tenancy would be if we paid the entire term up front - plus a deposit! It's hilarious really.
Now we're £50 poorer, and in the same hellish position we were before. However I had allowed my hopes to build up that night and when they came crashing down it was devastating. I had to tell everyone I had been mistaken and that I was not actually moving - which is mortifying. I have to face no end to this noise and disruption, in fact the children will get bigger and noisier and I can't see life getting any better.
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