By George I think we've got it
Remember Guylian's Dreame Home, that hulking mass of architectural perfection that Darren and I missed out on to the family of Hellspawn and Devil's nightmares? A month ago, it showed up again online for rent. We contacted the agents, and were told that the 'winning' tenants had broken the lease. Righto, we said, we'll take it. But, the agent went on to say, the house was actually being withdrawn from the website as the owners were switching to a different estate agency. Ok, we said, with a slight pause but still hoping, tell the owner and/or the new agents that we still want to rent the place, and to contact us when it's up for lease.
A month went by, and nothing. We figured that the owner had shelved the idea of listing the house with a new agency, and might even have found a friend of the family to rent it direct. Fewer worries about bad tenants when you've know the people since they were toddlers. We still looked for the house to appear again on the website as we were looking for our other potential rentals (we even found some worth looking at and applying for - the biggest disappointment was not getting a house with an inground saltwater pool . The rest of the place was pretty dodgy - the front door had been kicked in when we went to look at it, but POOL! I had lovely plans for parties and barbeques and swimming at 3AM on hot summer nights....
Two days ago, Darren gets a call from the new agent for my Dreame House, who invites him to reapply. Darren did immediately, and the agent was over the moon with his application - finally, someone more impressed with his ten years' worth of prompt rental payments and non-trashment of his apartment than the sad fact we're not earning eighty grand each per year and could afford to buy instead. I met the agent myself today when he had an open for inspection - although he was expecting a few other people, I was the only one who turned up. When I asked him about who else was looking to rent it, he said five of the lovliest words I've heard in a long time - "Don't worry - you've got it.".
Of course, I won't believe it until we physically sign the lease and they accept our money, especially after seven months' worth of housing search disappointment, but someone turned up to see the house just as we were both leaving, and as he spoke to them he pointed to me, then sent them away - I think he must have told them he'd leased it already - at least I hope that's what he was saying, and not referring to my cleavage, short skirt and knee-length, high heeled black leather boots (alright! So maybe I AM getting desperate for a house...).
We've got an appointment at 11.30am this Monday to sign the lease. My application form has been faxed through, and hopefully he'll still agree to lease the house to us after he's browsed through it. I hope, I hope, I hope.
A month went by, and nothing. We figured that the owner had shelved the idea of listing the house with a new agency, and might even have found a friend of the family to rent it direct. Fewer worries about bad tenants when you've know the people since they were toddlers. We still looked for the house to appear again on the website as we were looking for our other potential rentals (we even found some worth looking at and applying for - the biggest disappointment was not getting a house with an inground saltwater pool . The rest of the place was pretty dodgy - the front door had been kicked in when we went to look at it, but POOL! I had lovely plans for parties and barbeques and swimming at 3AM on hot summer nights....
Two days ago, Darren gets a call from the new agent for my Dreame House, who invites him to reapply. Darren did immediately, and the agent was over the moon with his application - finally, someone more impressed with his ten years' worth of prompt rental payments and non-trashment of his apartment than the sad fact we're not earning eighty grand each per year and could afford to buy instead. I met the agent myself today when he had an open for inspection - although he was expecting a few other people, I was the only one who turned up. When I asked him about who else was looking to rent it, he said five of the lovliest words I've heard in a long time - "Don't worry - you've got it.".
Of course, I won't believe it until we physically sign the lease and they accept our money, especially after seven months' worth of housing search disappointment, but someone turned up to see the house just as we were both leaving, and as he spoke to them he pointed to me, then sent them away - I think he must have told them he'd leased it already - at least I hope that's what he was saying, and not referring to my cleavage, short skirt and knee-length, high heeled black leather boots (alright! So maybe I AM getting desperate for a house...).
We've got an appointment at 11.30am this Monday to sign the lease. My application form has been faxed through, and hopefully he'll still agree to lease the house to us after he's browsed through it. I hope, I hope, I hope.