I had a friend who treated love like a luxury
development on the other side of town.
And one day his girl got up
And left and slammed the door
And his fine walls came falling down
But don’t be blue he built a fairground there
For you and I to ride –
Together we belong, you and I.
I’ll admit I’ve had some occasions in the homebuying process when I’ve wondered exacty what the solicitor’s doing for her cash. But then yesterday afternoon after getting no luck in trying to get me to buckle under and agree to shoulder the risk, the seller’s estate agent gave her a call. From what I’ve been told, the call went something like this:
“Hello, is that Ms. Jones?”
“It’s Mr. Smith here, from Brand X Estate Agency. I’d like to talk to you about the sale of the house at No.1 Address Street. I spoke with your client, Mr. Sleeper, this afternoon. He was most uncooperative, and I wondered if you could perhaps speak to him and advise him that we really do need to exchange before the completion date?”
“I don’t think so, Mr. Smith. He’s protecting his own interests under my advice. Good-bye.”
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