... and no further on with my search. I have viewed quite a few flats and houses and have put in several offers, but there is always someone with deeper pockets than me. There was a lovely house just two streets away from where I am now, still camping in my boyfriend's house. It was on for £464,000 - a rather odd amount, I thought. I offered £450,000 but it wasn't accepted and now it's been sold.
Meanwhile, there is a sweet cottage that I was fully intending to offer on, until the agent told me that it was tenanted and they weren't leaving until the end of November. So why market it now? Nobody wants to wait that long.
And so my endless search continues. I can only pray for a Lottery win!
