With promises of loans from friends and family, I went forth and issued my bid for the flat. I've just heard that someone offered £30,000 more than the asking price. Bet it's a developer wanting to turn it into a two-bedder and ruin all its charm.
Hunting for property takes so much out of me. I have to give up a whole day and travel for two hours each way, only to trail round a series of depressing, decaying hovels that need thousands spending on them to make them even habitable. No wonder anything half decent gets snapped up. But when will it be my turn to have the winning bid?
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