...our street.
Yep, we've been house-hunting again.
We went to look at a couple of places to buy on Saturday, and I ended up falling in love with a house I didn't even want to look at initially, because the garden backed on to the railway line. It's a shell of a house, and a repossession, but what a house. It's a pretty big old Victorian mid-terrace, with a front yard and a back garden bigger than our garden in Wythenshawe was. Two accessible and usable loft spaces, three bedrooms, upststairs bathroom/toilet, downstairs toilet, two reception rooms and a huge kitchen.
Put an offer in last night, it felt like a bit of a cheeky offer considering the asking price but, speaking to the estate agent, it's roughly what they would value the place at in its current condition anyway. And, circumstances being what they are (and my parents having a load of equity in their house) we are in a really good position. If the sellers say yes, we could own the place in a couple of weeks - the thing with my parents means that we don't even need to go through the rigmarole of setting up a mortgage!
Then the process begins of fixing it up. It really is a shell, it needs rewiring and replumbing, the main loft space needs making accessible, the kitchen needs sorting out, plastering and flooring needs doing in all the rooms, and we've said that as long as the kitchen is usable and our bedroom is done, we can move in and do the rest while we live there.
Here's hoping the sellers are amenable to our offer... or if they're not, that they at least give us an idea of how much they would accept!
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