The high light of Wednesday was the viewing of a couple of houses in Papamoa. The first one was in a cul-de-sac near Domain Road which is a main road leading onto Southern Highway 2. There was a considerable amount of road noise which was rather off putting. The house was owned by an elderly couple and alas the décor was very similar. The outside had a frankly bizarre purple edging which had to be seen to be believed. The killer however was the tiny bedrooms which coupled with large windows which seemed to start at floor level would make stuffing loads of bunk beds everywhere a little challenging.
The second house was more towards the centre of Papamoa. The size and layout was better, but not ideal. It was owned by a British couple from Birmingham who had lived there for six years. However, the grey/green outside continued everywhere on the inside. It really was a return to the Black Country. The whole thing would need a coat of white paint inside and out before you could live in it. Rhiannon might have liked living in a cave, but we didn't. Overall, neither of them were really what we were looking for.
This morning we had an inspection visit from the rental agent. Everything was in order but the discussion centred around the impending mortgagee sale. No one has talked to our rental agent and we have yet to have any official notice from anyone. The estate agent hasn't been in touch and it's all looking a bit amateur and a right cock up. Our rental agent cannot believe what's going on and was not at all happy with the estate agent and has given him rather a large amount of stick about the whole process. Tee Hee.
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