Blargle
Blargle is a good made up work, no guarantees I made it up personally, but I digress. It's a good word, with a nice shape on the tongue and it fits things in my head perfectly right now.
So as I occasionally post about I've been sort of on and off looking at buying a house these last several months. Saving all the while, thanks to my parents generously letting me stay with them for a nominal fee, meaning I'd manage to get out of the can-afford-somewhere-in-Twerton/Whiteway/other-places-I-wouldn't-let-people-pay-me-to-live-in bracket and just about into the can-afford-somewhere-a-little-nicer-with-a-bit-of-luck-and-a-good-deal bracket. First offer made on a house just off Newbridge Road fell through as they'd already signed it up to let it to students for another year. So the next place was this deceased estate in Combe Down; three bed semi-detached house in need of a fair bit of modernising, but with a garage, a garden and generally a nice area surrounding it. It is in the mines area, one of the key areas of houses in fact, but also somewhere the work has been finished and is guaranteed for however many decades; so that shouldn't be a problem. Short/immediate term it needs gas central heating installed, the gas connection connected (and depending on the gas board replaced and connected), and then a general clean and decoration to get rid of the elderly smoker smell. Mid term would probably involve updated the kitchen and bathroom. Long term would be things like adding an extension, etc. So done up it's really not a first foot on the housing ladder house, more a few step up sort of place, or well in my case a bit of running leap and hanging on for dear life sort of step up the housing ladder.
Anyway it was on the market for 249500, having heard they'd had an offer for £200000 and something; I (with parental backing/advisement) tried £206,000 - they've accepted; with the estate agent going so far as to say the sellers weren't interested in trying for more money and just wanted it to go to a nice person and not an investor. Mentally, probably to cope with the sheer grown-up-ness of the whole thing, I'd been thinking of offering £206000 as a short in the dark - well one using a carefully picked and planned out gun, but a shot in the dark all the same. So actually having it accepted has caught me a little off guard mentally, hence: blargle.
Now £206,000 is more than I can afford. I can stretch to £193000, based on an semi-educated guess of my new salary on the 26th plus my savings; less though if I want money left to do the central heating which I do. My parents seem happy to make up the short fall to an extent, but there is an educated assumption in their thinking that it could be possible to borrow a little more that my current quotes. Thankfully there is a financial advisor in the family (wife of the half brother of my cousin - so half-cousin-in-law maybe) so a good long chat with her is being organised - which is good. Still that leaves me with having had an offer that I possibly can afford on a house which is definitely a good deal (done up something in the order of £260000-£280000 is probably a fair estimate), and quite a fair amount I need to do (like organise myself a solicitor) assuming I can afford it.
There's definitely a vague feeling of excitement, being kept on the fringes and kind of drowned out by a semi-suppressed feeling of panic, going on in me right now. My current dominant image of mental-scape seems to be best described as a semi infinite plane of those weird laughing headed wooden doll things, that look like me laughing away with ones head falling off every so often. Which is a little odd, but no more than mountain sized crickets in hats stomping over cityscapes (my conscience over my psyche) or the occasional escapes and ensuing comments of The Bloke from the box he's generally kept in.
So as I occasionally post about I've been sort of on and off looking at buying a house these last several months. Saving all the while, thanks to my parents generously letting me stay with them for a nominal fee, meaning I'd manage to get out of the can-afford-somewhere-in-Twerton/Whiteway/other-places-I-wouldn't-let-people-pay-me-to-live-in bracket and just about into the can-afford-somewhere-a-little-nicer-with-a-bit-of-luck-and-a-good-deal bracket. First offer made on a house just off Newbridge Road fell through as they'd already signed it up to let it to students for another year. So the next place was this deceased estate in Combe Down; three bed semi-detached house in need of a fair bit of modernising, but with a garage, a garden and generally a nice area surrounding it. It is in the mines area, one of the key areas of houses in fact, but also somewhere the work has been finished and is guaranteed for however many decades; so that shouldn't be a problem. Short/immediate term it needs gas central heating installed, the gas connection connected (and depending on the gas board replaced and connected), and then a general clean and decoration to get rid of the elderly smoker smell. Mid term would probably involve updated the kitchen and bathroom. Long term would be things like adding an extension, etc. So done up it's really not a first foot on the housing ladder house, more a few step up sort of place, or well in my case a bit of running leap and hanging on for dear life sort of step up the housing ladder.
Anyway it was on the market for 249500, having heard they'd had an offer for £200000 and something; I (with parental backing/advisement) tried £206,000 - they've accepted; with the estate agent going so far as to say the sellers weren't interested in trying for more money and just wanted it to go to a nice person and not an investor. Mentally, probably to cope with the sheer grown-up-ness of the whole thing, I'd been thinking of offering £206000 as a short in the dark - well one using a carefully picked and planned out gun, but a shot in the dark all the same. So actually having it accepted has caught me a little off guard mentally, hence: blargle.
Now £206,000 is more than I can afford. I can stretch to £193000, based on an semi-educated guess of my new salary on the 26th plus my savings; less though if I want money left to do the central heating which I do. My parents seem happy to make up the short fall to an extent, but there is an educated assumption in their thinking that it could be possible to borrow a little more that my current quotes. Thankfully there is a financial advisor in the family (wife of the half brother of my cousin - so half-cousin-in-law maybe) so a good long chat with her is being organised - which is good. Still that leaves me with having had an offer that I possibly can afford on a house which is definitely a good deal (done up something in the order of £260000-£280000 is probably a fair estimate), and quite a fair amount I need to do (like organise myself a solicitor) assuming I can afford it.
There's definitely a vague feeling of excitement, being kept on the fringes and kind of drowned out by a semi-suppressed feeling of panic, going on in me right now. My current dominant image of mental-scape seems to be best described as a semi infinite plane of those weird laughing headed wooden doll things, that look like me laughing away with ones head falling off every so often. Which is a little odd, but no more than mountain sized crickets in hats stomping over cityscapes (my conscience over my psyche) or the occasional escapes and ensuing comments of The Bloke from the box he's generally kept in.