So to sign or not to sign, that was the question. I didn't sign, I fought. I told them that I wasn't prepared to hand over any more money, that I wanted a reduction in the rent and that future payments would come out of the bond I'd paid. I told them if the bond money ran out and there were still no Deeds, then I was off. I ment it, I was sick of being messed about.
I had a strange half dream that night as I was falling to sleep, the old man who had lived in the house was saying to me how sorry he was, that he hadn't wanted the house sold, that he'd been cross with the people he'd left it to for selling it. I woke with such a start and said out loud in the dark that I'd take good care of his house and he didn't have to leave if he didn't want to, that I wasn't afraid of ghosts and he was welcome to stay and keep an eye on proceedings. I hoped the neighbours didn't hear me but I suspect they might have as the lady next door asked me if I'd felt him in the house a few weeks later. I didn't get into it.
Hey presto the Deeds were found and the long awaited e-mail came from my solicitor "please come in to sign the contracts" Yipeee!
I couldn't get down there fast enough and on my Mothers birthday, I bought a house, Ambleside was mine.
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