I had a missed call, again, from our estate agents. I called back and they said that the survey won’t happen until Friday “which is too late.” Late for what? She then said that actually in our circumstances it probably wasn’t too bad. Reassured, slightly, I hung up. Half an hour later she rang back and said that the 19th was a proposed date and that because no one from the agency had got back they had given it to someone else. So now we had to wait until 24th October. This is going on and on.
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