I am going slightly mental about it now. We knew there would be a lot of problems, we are buying quite a big house at a very cheap price because it needs renovating and converting back from two flats/bedsits to one house.
There was HUGE interest in it because of the scarcity of such properties, massive for price, most original feature still there hidden away etc etc.
But - I joined the surveyor today, a specialist in old buildings and he said there was dry rot in the back but it was contained and he didn't think it was a reason not to buy it as we would be pulling a lot of that out anyway and then we can treat the rest and make sure its ventilated etc.
But, it is still DRY ROT and my sensible side (through pursed lips) says no, we will not buy such a property with such a risk, while my reckless side says, bugger it, it can be treated and it is big and a great chance to live in a big house and you love it and all the features are lovely and the sun streams in through patio doors and all the dcs can have their own room and I won't have any more bruised shins from lifting pram into weird tiny hall with no room and legs touching the people sitting opposite in an even tinier front room. Blah blah blah.
Excuse the gibbering, I have just come home and drunk two glasses of wine and dh can't speak to me as something dreadful is happening at work and he might be sent to Belgium in a minute and I actually feel quite maniacal.