to think that houses do not come with an after sales service??

[TiaMariaandDietCoke]

I'll try to keep this short. We sold our old house and the buyer moved in at the end of June. He's a single guy, just a couple of years younger than us. During the run up to the sale he was a bit of a PITA, we had to do lots of hand holding etc and his parents kept coming to the house to 'measure up' (never measured a damn thing) and would spend HOURS chatting with me and not showing any interest in the house at all.

We put up with it because he was willing to wait for our new build to be ready before he moved in, so that saved us the cost and hassle of renting. We also felt a bit sorry for him as he's just starting out for the first time, so left him quite a lot of extras not included in the sale of the house to help him out, chased up his solicitor for him when things stalled because he 'didn't know how to', left him loads of info about the area, who his neighbours are, when the bins are collected, left him food and a welcome to your new home present and card - basically anything we thought would help him settle in - he was very pleased!

Now I'm begining to wonder if being so nice was a mistake. He has my mobile number and has sent texts on and off all summer asking daft questions about the house, all of which I've answered and have even called him to talk explain stuff in more detail when he's been confused. He's also turned up unannounced at our new home which we didnt give him the address of and we dont know how he knows where it is for no particular reason, dropping off junk mail that he 'thinks is for us' so far, irritating, but no big deal really.

until monday night, when his mother turned up at our house unannounced and barged in asking me to come and sort out his bloody heating! There's nothing wrong with the heating, just he's not sure how to programme it to suit his working shifts.

me: "didn't he read the manual?"
her: "there is no manual"
me "err, yes there is - we handed it to you along with everything else - and I left written instructions because you asked for them - and there are instructions on the control unit itself"
her "oh, yes, so there is - well, can you come and do it anyway?"

now, this woman was not taking no for an answer so I stupidly agreed that DH and I would nip down for 10 MINUTES tonight to sort it. This was after me offering several days that I could come down and her saying that no, that time/day wouldn't suit. He wanted me to come then and there, or preferably on saturday evening, because that would suit her best. When I told her I had plans this weekend and couldnt come, her response was "well, that's not very convenient for poor DS" ffs!!

The house, by the way is in great condition, heating system is only a few years old as as simple as they come - its not like he's struggling in some old run down house with quirky appliances!

AIBU to think they are extracting the urine, or am I just being a bit of a Caah? I'm of a mind to set the damn timer for him and then make it crystal clear that we will not be coming back and he needs to sort things out himself from here on in - what do the MN jury think?

No contact yet :)
jux, i don't think he is the type for clubbing. unless his parents came too!

Can't believe you lot are all wishing he calls again- bunch of sadists,the lot of you! [Grin]

We moved into our house on completion day and the old couple who we had bought the house off hadn't packed up half their stuff and sai "oh you don't mind if we stay here tonight do you?"

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Also they "banned" us from re-decorating one of the bedrooms that was grey and red. Yes. Grey..... and red.

Argghh!!!

Marking my rubbernecking place . I love bonkers neighbours threads.

When I exchanged my home (as in swapped), I arrived to the new address having literally hoovered my way out of the old place. It was spotless, all the tiny DIY jobs had been done, half-tins of paint labelled and left (we had newly decorated the whole place), keys labelled, instructions for everything and phone directories left and a bottle of fizz on the worktop.

Arrived at my new home in the moving van to find the other swapper in her jammies and half-packed, mushrooms up the wall, utter filth and about a skip's worth of junk left. Good times.

The parents will be in the car outside the club with a flask of tea, waiting for him to come out. They will vet the floozie he's picked up and if she promises to make him cocoa and tuck him in when they get home, they'll give her a lift too, otherwise she will be sent on her way with a flea in her ear.

my bet is that you'll get a phone call tomorrow afternoon from mummy dearest asking if you can go round on monday to set his heating so the man-child has a nice cosy home to go to after work

Heroinahalfshell - did you let them stay that night, or did you send them off with a flea in their ear? And please tell me the first room you decorated was the red and grey bedroom!

What, this thread is still going?

This is one of the funniest threads I've read in ages. I can't believe some of these stories. This has the makings

aww, no word yet?

SDTG - Yes we did let them stay.... they were moving the Ireland and had NO WHERE to go. Bloody annoying though!

And YES it was the first room we redecorated!!!

*moving too Ireland

*to

We sold our flat to a cash buyer, who gave the flat to his son (mid 20s), who was a student. Son's name was on ownership documents etc. After we moved, some of our old neighbours got in touch with us to complain that the son was having loud parties in the flat, being rude etc. etc. They wanted us to give them his father's contact details!

Felt bad, but told them to take it up with the son, who was the new owner.

OP, think you should work on your assertiveness, as you were far too accommodating!

A friend of mine lived next door the neighbours from hell.

There were several children. Burnt out cars in back garden, a donkey who had trampelled down the fence and would often turn up at my friend's back window and scare the bejeezus out of her.

Noise day and night, swearing, drugs etc.

My friend had no choice but to put her (absolutely beautiful Victorian cottage) on the market. Two years of prospective buyers being put off by neighbours, she took a %50% reduction in price. It ruined her financially but she was desperate. The new buyers knew what they were getting into but said the price was too good to turn down.

A few weeks after moving in the vendors sent my friend a card saying 'We are delighted to inform you your neighbours have finally left - they relocated to Australia. But can you arrange to have your donkey moved from your garden to a suitable home as we can't look after it'.

!!

When we bought our last home the vendor wouldn't reduce the price at all. Not even a penny, but we were desperate and stupid keen so went ahead anyway.

She had so much stuff that it was impossible to see the floor. It was like that episode of Location Location where Kirsty tells them to look at the ceilings to work out how big the rooms were. [hshock]

When she left (to move across the road to a house her former lover had left her in his will and 10 weeks after exchange as she was much too busy to move sooner) we arrived to find that she had taken the carpets and left the underlay.

Which was sodden and rotten where her dogs had peed on it. [henvy}

Happy days.

Meant to be [henvy] of course - this was the colour of my face as I pulled up the underlay.

SDTG I swear I could hear it rattling over the phone. Unfortunately I thnk he has already procreated, and doubtless he'll be passing these lunatic views on to his children as well!

and Tia I'm on ML so more than happy to take part in a drip feed mob if he calls you again

We think our vendors were just a bit dodgy.

House had already been under offer, but buyer had pulled out. We went and looked. Don't think any tidying had been done, and it did look a bit messy, but we knew we liked it anyway (location, price etc) On the strength of a 10 min viewing we put an offer in about 20 mins after we got out - it was 2004, and houses were flying out of the EAs before they printed up the details! We knew there was another viewing half an hour after ours, so put in full asking price. It was accepted and then it all went quiet. We asked, once survey and everything was under way, if we could view a second time - measure up type of thing, and got a flat no! Took 4 months to get in, with one hold up and another, including the vendors saying they couldn't move on a Friday 13th.

We eventually moved in, eliminated a bright pink bedroom, dark purple bathroom with dodgy shower electrics and the filthiest toilet ever (bleach and limescale remover finally cleaned it) and a kitchen that seemed to be held together mainly with sealant. We had enough of their post to sink a ship, despite me taking it to the EA's about 4 times - and still sometimes get it now. We also had visits from bailiffs, pawn brokers letters and last year a letter from the local rail firm, fining the son for travelling with no ticket. He had given our address, rather than his current one. i opened the letter by genuine mistake, but was able to ring the contact number for the solicitors pursuing the claim, who said this was a common thing for them to come up against.

When we bought our last house, we liked the house and made our offer, and as we knew her and our buyer, we arranged to move on a date suitable to us all. The day of completion came near, and the daft bat couldnt leave because she hadnt packed, as she had wasted a whole day, going through a box of LPs in the loft! When we finally got to move, the place was a tip.
What really pissed us off, was that when we looked at the deeds, we discovered that she had made £135000 profit on the place, (fair enough) but had felt the need to take several door handles and light bulbs!
As we moved in, we discovered a plethora of horrors that we had missed during our viewings. The small bedroom had grey walls, black paintwork and purple carpets, The garden was filled with plants with six inch thorns, we dug her dead dog out of the compost heap, and the lounge had been rag rolled in marroon! It felt like you were sitting inside a blood clot, or looking at the sun through closed eyelids!
We got constant mail, for her and her delinquent son for years, her mortgage company rang every day for six months, refusing to believe that she had moved, until I lost my rag and told them to FUCK OFF, and we were regularly called by her 'boyfriend' in India, who thought that she was single, childless and in her forties! She actually had a partner, at least 2 adult kids and must have been pushing 60!
The wierdest thing we got, was a yale lock on the master bedroom door, and a padlock clasp on the outside of the middle bedroom door!

Loving the stories on this tread! :) And loving even more that the man-child that inspired it is so far maintaining radio silence [hgrin]

DH and I bought our first house together in a very similar way to pissovski (ie on strength of one viewing) - after much faffing about by the vendors, we finally moved in 2 months after the originally agreed date, several hours late as they hadn't packed everything in time.

To this day, i still don't understand how we didn't realise during the viewing that the main bedroom was mint-chocolate-icecream-green - everywhere - the carpet, the walls, the radiator and the ceiling!

The house was filthy - they told us when we viewed that they had no pets (we didn't ask, and didnt care either way) but every carpet was covered in dog hairs.

The kitchen tiles were disgusting - so much so I pulled them off the wall - only to find out they'd stuck them all on with silicone, not adhesive (wtf?) Very, very strange people!

Not as strange as the first house I bought though. One week after buying it, the bailiffs turned up to clear the house! I had an awful time trying to convince them that I wasn't who they wanted, and no, they couldn't take my furniture (not that I had much!).

The previous owner must have responded to all those dodgy 'send £50 and you're guaranteed to win millions" type scams, because every day my letterbox was jam packed with that type of rubbish, and I received 3 credit cards for her too - poor thing obviously had got herself in way over her head :(

Maybe man child (and his mother) won't get in touch and you're free of them!

Fingers crossed needanewname! - there's only so much I can take before giving in to the suggestions of drip feed mobbing losing patience!

Maybe he's on MN? :o

I want him to make contact. I'm loving this.
Sorry Tia
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