Stressed, moi?

I hate moving house. If I ever manage to move house this time, I'm never moving sodding house again... at least not if involves dealing with people.

In case you haven't been keeping up, we've been in the process of selling and buying since the end of April - offers made and accepted; and a moving date agreed with the sellers of the house we want to move to. End of June.

On Thursday last week, I rang around all parties to check that this was still on. (Why I pay my solicitor I don't know). Everything was fine. Yesterday, the seller's estate agent rang to say that there had been a change of plan - was it alright to move at the end of July? No, it bloody wasn't. Our buyers are champing at the bit to move in this week, so there was every chance that, with a further delay, they would drop out on us and nobody would be moving.

Additional annoyance was the fact that the agent let slip that this discussion was held last week. When were they planning to let us know?

The BF was full of vengeance last night and spent the evening plotting. As part of this he Googled our sellers. You never know what you might find out. We discovered their blog, with the address of the new house they are moving to. (Why would anyone post so much information? "Hello, here's where we live and here's all the stuff that will go into our house when we move in." It's like an example from the campaign that advises people not to advertise how to break into their homes). On it, dated 3rd June, was also their intention to move in July. I say again: "When the hell were they planning to tell us?"

So, this morning we went to see our solicitor. Before we went I rang the agent. Had she managed to speak to the seller? No. Had she tried ringing her mobile phone? No.

There was much to-ing and fro-ing between the solicitors and, to shorten an already long story, we left the matter with our solicitor. We were offered middle of July while we were in his office.

Yes, we are playing hard ball. While moving dates change and "these things happen" when you move house, I don't see why we should put up with people not having the decency to get in touch to discuss matters - especially when we have been working to their deadlines in the first place.

By mid afternoon, there was another letter from the seller's solicitors. It had all been a misunderstanding - the fault of the estate agent - and there had never been any deviation from the end of June as our moving date. Yeah, right.

Nothing is yet set in stone so we're still waiting. The last 24 hours have been rubbish but the situation appears to have improved. We will see.