Bloody house I was ready to make an offer for has fallen through. Why bother putting a house on the market for a week, when your relative wants you to sell it after they have gone into care, rack up estate agents fees, allow viewings, and when someone comes along with a mortgage, no chain, deposit burning a hole in their account, and wanting to know if they are leaving any of the appliances still in the empty house so they can work out what to offer, do they decide they won't in any way consider offers of any sort, and are moving their sister in.
It was smaller than I wanted, but location was better than some of the pikey central places I've been forced to look, and as it wasn't a repo, it wasn't missing half the ceilings, or had boobytrapped electrics/gas/water, and it had a seperate garage that would have come in useful for storing shit while getting sorted/decorating, and a wetroom shower that made up for the overall smallness.
And I was told when viewing they were looking for a quick sale and were quite open to offers. Wankers.