Friday, 22 July 2011
The solicitors are doing their job. They anticipate the worst at every turn; they envision disaster and bad behaviour from the other side at every opportunity; they attempt to protect us from our own naive, trusting, impulsive, easily-cheated selves. No doubt this suspicion and caution is built on decades of experience of how dreadfully badly their clients can behave.
The vendor and I - in reality two sensible women with 112 years between us and a shared wish to get this buying and selling over - get to the end of our respective tethers with the slowness and caution, and trust each other not to renege on either the sale or the purchase. We email, and have even spoken today, when it all looked like it would collapse because of extreme solicitorial* caution. And we took action. If the Land Registry doesn't explain the flying freehold situation in time for completion on Monday, a tenancy agreement that I had to race to sign at the solicitors' office late this afternoon (a 32-mile round trip! on a Friday! the first day of the school holidays! imagine the traffic thundering up the A1!) has been prepared at last, although it was the first suggestion that I made right at the start of this process.
It has been emailed to the other side, a copy going by post to the estate agent, in the hope that the vendor can call in to sign it in time for midday office-closing tomorrow, when she will be in the area to finish emptying the cottage. And of course it is very possible that it won't arrive in time, or that she won't make the 3-hour journey in a hired van in time.
So she has instructed the estate agent that no matter what, signature obtained in time or not, I can have the keys released to me (or rather my proxy, Lizzie, as I will still be on the road) on Monday. The solicitors do not need to know this; they would suck their teeth in disapproval. But tonight I can sleep easy, knowing that in theory at least, I can move on Monday, and can get into my new home.
And the Lovely Son is here to help. All will be well. Probably.
*yes, I made that word up
Posted by rachel at 23:50