The usual formulaic approach was presented today, with two people looking for a place in Oliva in Spain. Their budget was £80,000. We plodded through the dissatisfaction shared during the viewings of four properties, at which point to bloke decides he is not going to get what he wants at that price, and suddenly the budget becomes £100,000. So for the final property, the chances of getting them what they wanted were increased nicely. Why on earth the budget was not £100k in the first place I don't know. Anyway, it mattered not, because the fifth and final property was seemingly of great interest. In fact, it was the only one which brought some smiles, and at the review chat afterwards, I learned that they were going to put in an offer. This was a town house, less than five minutes walk from the central square, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, two decent bathrooms and a massive roof terrace with great views, including the town rooftops and the church.
This pair had taken advantage of the Channel 4 input, to try and help them find something to meet their brief, and after the budget adjustment, this was completely achieved. So well done, A Place In The Sun.
Oh dear. I had not warmed to the bloke at all, and should have known that it was all a fucking cunting waste of everyone's time. I put this down to him, simply because she would be guided by whatever he said - this stood out a mile. Anyway, having declined four properties, and agreeing to add £20k to the budget, the offer for this perfect match was............... £80,000. This was the fucking budget they started with! What was the cunting point of adding £20k and then taking the piss out of everyone - the property owners, Channel 4 and the viewers?
The owners rejected the offer and said the lowest they would accept is £87,000. That is reasonable, I'd say. However, it seems that the two perfectly good bathrooms were not to taste and would apparently need replacing, and there were some railings he wanted on the roof terrace (why, I don't fucking know) and there was a 'bit of decorating to do'. I am telling you, there was fuck all needed and the property was fine all round. So what response was there to the seller's suggested price? A revised, FINAL offer of £82,000. It was rejected, and I had willed the seller to reject these complete prats.
What bollocks! Stay at fucking home, people, if you are on a time-wasting visit to Spain with no intention of buying if the perfect fit property is found, well within your cunting budget!
...
No comments:
Post a Comment