The Brands hope never to have to try to sell a house again. To have scored a
record in bad luck with potential buyers may have made them local celebrities but
it was not worth the decades taken off their lives.
The delightful E family took three months of procrastination before admitting
they had lost the sale of their own property. The delightful D family whizzed through
the preliminaries with merry promises of cash in hand but actually the cash was in
Mrs D’s daddy’s hand and he didn’t want to buy any place that had suffered subsidence.
Heart stopping days passed while father and daughter slogged it out, their lawyer
telling the Brands meanwhile that there were just a few minor matters to settle,
just one more document to be found, one more tiny search to be made. It was a speeded
up replay of the E saga. Finally the Ds were given a deadline and admitted the sale
Norman then spent many hours working out how long before the bank foreclosed
on both houses and Jean looked out two comfortable cardboard boxes for them to move
into and then the estate agent produced a developer out of his hat. The man had the
cash, wanted to buy, improve and sell on such a property but of course the price
had to drop and drop and then at the very moment of exchanging, drop again. Past
pride and principle, needing only by then to stave off two heart attacks, the Brands
agreed to exchange.