Well my answer used to be because I like to help people. I used to find people interesting. I might not always like them but I always liked people watching. Plus I'm nosy. Nosiness is a necessary trait in a nurse. If any of you know nurses, they will be nosy.
Note "I used to find people interesting". I have now come to the conclusion people are poo factories. Every person I got up today pooed the bed. And themselves. It was one of those days, but one of those days that confirms my new found belief people are just alive to make poo. Mostly I think to make me inwardly go "Aw shit. WHYYYYY?!?!?" but outwardly rub thier arm, tel them it doesn't matter, these things happen and set about cleaning it up.
Nurses are also liars. Nosy liars.
Its been a rough day. I'm off to bed to get up at 5 am again. This morning I was stuck on the bus with 2 girls who couldn't have been more than 16-17 going to Erskine. At 6:30 in the morning they were working thier way through a 3 litre bottle of cider, sing "Mr Lover man SHABBA!", discussing how much they pure like actually loved thier boyfriends and practicing sex noises. I prayed they would get off at Braehead but no such joy. All the way to Erskine. They asked me "'Scuse me, do you have the time" "No" I replied (no watch and had left phone in house) "Aye alright ya miserable cow". At this point I lost it "Who the fuck are you talking to (I know, I know). I've no watch" pulls back sleeves to show bare wrists "and I've no mobile. So no I don't have the time"
"Aye awright. Sorry"
I spent the next 20 minutes gleefully imagining some terrible fate befalling them. Pains in arses.
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Monday, 23 June 2008
Boring update alert
Bought 2 snails for the fish tank. They eat the algae. They are amazing. They just mince about munching thier way across the tank. Highly entertaining.
Went out for dinner and a film tonight. I say dinner, I really mean a McChicken Sandwich and a McFlurry. The film "The Happening", not as entertaining as was hoped. I blame Paul. I wanted to see "Mongol" as I think it looks amazing but it wasn't on til 9 which is my bedtime these days.
So on that note goodnight.
Went out for dinner and a film tonight. I say dinner, I really mean a McChicken Sandwich and a McFlurry. The film "The Happening", not as entertaining as was hoped. I blame Paul. I wanted to see "Mongol" as I think it looks amazing but it wasn't on til 9 which is my bedtime these days.
So on that note goodnight.
Friday, 20 June 2008
My hands will never be clean again
Thats pretty much it.
Left Erskine at 8pm, home for 10pm. "reasonable travelling time" my arse.
Knackered, no social life, smelly and spend most of my spare time asleep. And I love it. Phoned takeaway when home as he wont cook, and I can't be arsed.
"Yes madam. And where are you?"
"I'm in the flat"
"No Madam. I mean address"
Idiot when I'm tired.
Left Erskine at 8pm, home for 10pm. "reasonable travelling time" my arse.
Knackered, no social life, smelly and spend most of my spare time asleep. And I love it. Phoned takeaway when home as he wont cook, and I can't be arsed.
"Yes madam. And where are you?"
"I'm in the flat"
"No Madam. I mean address"
Idiot when I'm tired.
I'm not pregant. I'm just really fat
My face is squinty. Well, I say squinty, its just that I am so tired my eyes are looking like slits, and one more than the other. So I look squinty.
Doctor says to me "You look tired"
"Well spotted. Thats because I am"
So tired, dizzy and breathless. I also have been feeling faint on occassion. So me and the doctor go though the whole "last period/three weeks ago/how was it?/normal/well lets just do a pregnancy test/ but it will be negative/well lets just do it anyway/oh look its negative. Right lets get some bloods then" circus
Testing for aneamia, diabetes, and hypothyroidism.
So they send me for blood tests and I look like some sort of smack victim. All black and blu because phlebotomist couldnt find a vein (thats my story and I'm sticking to it)
Blood results come back. I am disgustingly healthy apart from a slightly e;evated blood sugar. So back this morning for a fasting glucose test.
Probably come back normal, and they will pin it on my PCOS again. Tell me to take my insulin and lose more weight.
They also might be pulling me off the pill as my blood pressure is too high. 3 month presciption only this time with a warning with no further packs to be issued due to BP. Which is fine. I don't care. I hate the pill anyway. Actually thats a lie. I hate my body more.
Doctor says to me "You look tired"
"Well spotted. Thats because I am"
So tired, dizzy and breathless. I also have been feeling faint on occassion. So me and the doctor go though the whole "last period/three weeks ago/how was it?/normal/well lets just do a pregnancy test/ but it will be negative/well lets just do it anyway/oh look its negative. Right lets get some bloods then" circus
Testing for aneamia, diabetes, and hypothyroidism.
So they send me for blood tests and I look like some sort of smack victim. All black and blu because phlebotomist couldnt find a vein (thats my story and I'm sticking to it)
Blood results come back. I am disgustingly healthy apart from a slightly e;evated blood sugar. So back this morning for a fasting glucose test.
Probably come back normal, and they will pin it on my PCOS again. Tell me to take my insulin and lose more weight.
They also might be pulling me off the pill as my blood pressure is too high. 3 month presciption only this time with a warning with no further packs to be issued due to BP. Which is fine. I don't care. I hate the pill anyway. Actually thats a lie. I hate my body more.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Went to see another house.
This time no work needing done, and around the corner from the other one we saw 2 weeks ago. The downstairs is massive, the only problem is upstairs is a bit tighter than we imagined. We actually wouldnt be able to get our bed upstairs unless we knocked a fake wall down.
So we'd be downstairs facing the front of the house. Have shelved that one. Plus its been on the market since March, and all of a sudden the estate agent phones approx 12 hours after our viewing to tell us that there has been an offer put on the table so we'd better move quick. I declined but said I hope they get a move soon, lovely couple. Estate agent said "I'll get back to you and let you know what they've decided". No idea what's going on.
In other news dragged Paul into uni on Monday with me to get him out, as spent all weekend in house. He LOVES Paisley. He thinks its lovely and is browsing the GSPC for houses. I told him I think he's mental basing a current living address on one bus trip and a cup of tea and a slice of cake. But what do I know.
I nearly vomited in a residents room yesterday. The guy should be on a dementia ward, but he's on ours. Went in to feed him mashed scrambled egg with brown sauce, which was already a boak-fest on its own. only to find he'd filled his continence pad and then painted the walls, the bed and himself with it. Operation clean up began. Then he vomited. I almost released breakfast.
So we'd be downstairs facing the front of the house. Have shelved that one. Plus its been on the market since March, and all of a sudden the estate agent phones approx 12 hours after our viewing to tell us that there has been an offer put on the table so we'd better move quick. I declined but said I hope they get a move soon, lovely couple. Estate agent said "I'll get back to you and let you know what they've decided". No idea what's going on.
In other news dragged Paul into uni on Monday with me to get him out, as spent all weekend in house. He LOVES Paisley. He thinks its lovely and is browsing the GSPC for houses. I told him I think he's mental basing a current living address on one bus trip and a cup of tea and a slice of cake. But what do I know.
I nearly vomited in a residents room yesterday. The guy should be on a dementia ward, but he's on ours. Went in to feed him mashed scrambled egg with brown sauce, which was already a boak-fest on its own. only to find he'd filled his continence pad and then painted the walls, the bed and himself with it. Operation clean up began. Then he vomited. I almost released breakfast.
Sunday, 15 June 2008
There are no words...
Just been woken up thismorning at 7:30 or there abouts by a woman screaming. Thought I was dreaming initially, but opened eyes and the was still screaming. And banging. And a mans voice shouting.
Then the screaming turned into "God no! Noooo! Someone help me. Please HELP me!" and she remained screaming "help me!" over and over again whilst I was window hanging and trying to work out where its coming from phone in hand. Getting dressed at same time, lifting a pair of latex gloves and mouth protector just in case. She's still desperately pleading "Help me" and by this point he's shouting "shut up". A baby starts wailing, and then a door slams. Everything goes quiet.
Debate to run out front door to see where the guys left from, or out the back to check a close door or two and see if I can hear anything from inside a flat.
Run out the back door in bare feet. Silence. Dead Silence. I can't even hear a baby crying anymore.
Wait for about 20 minutes outside, checking the odd close, and then come back in.
I'm shaking. I don't even know why I'm writing this here. [edit: Paul has asked me remove the stuff here, as he felt it was a "bit much]
Oh Christ I'm a mess. I feel so guilty and yet there was nothing I could do. I wonder if she and her baby are okay. I hope they are. All I can still hear is "Help me. Please help me" in my head. There are no words to express just how shaken I am at the moment.
Going for a shower and a cup of tea. And a valium. I won't be able to sleep now for the rest of the day.
Then the screaming turned into "God no! Noooo! Someone help me. Please HELP me!" and she remained screaming "help me!" over and over again whilst I was window hanging and trying to work out where its coming from phone in hand. Getting dressed at same time, lifting a pair of latex gloves and mouth protector just in case. She's still desperately pleading "Help me" and by this point he's shouting "shut up". A baby starts wailing, and then a door slams. Everything goes quiet.
Debate to run out front door to see where the guys left from, or out the back to check a close door or two and see if I can hear anything from inside a flat.
Run out the back door in bare feet. Silence. Dead Silence. I can't even hear a baby crying anymore.
Wait for about 20 minutes outside, checking the odd close, and then come back in.
I'm shaking. I don't even know why I'm writing this here. [edit: Paul has asked me remove the stuff here, as he felt it was a "bit much]
Oh Christ I'm a mess. I feel so guilty and yet there was nothing I could do. I wonder if she and her baby are okay. I hope they are. All I can still hear is "Help me. Please help me" in my head. There are no words to express just how shaken I am at the moment.
Going for a shower and a cup of tea. And a valium. I won't be able to sleep now for the rest of the day.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
I am so tired,
My life is shit. Literally shit. I clean it, I look at it, I note it up. Then I come home and walk the dog and pick it up again. Spent today wrist deep in the stuff and no, I am not joking actually wrist deep if I had place gloved hand into pile.
Anyway, IN OTHER NEWS:
Had an issue with leaving patient naked whilst bed bathing, felt could have at least covered bottom half whilst bathing top, just you know, I think that regardless of age you should respect the boaby, just saying like.
Got soaked taking another patient into the shower. Thats a serious design flaw right there.
Had to perform search and rescue for one patient who was trying to make bolt for the door. In his wheelchair. "Where is X?" "He was in dinig room a few minutes ago" "Ah bugger. Right you check that end". As he was going to "Aberdeen" (fictional city for confidentiality reasons)after assuring him he could not go to Aberdeen, telling staff nurse I had him, we took a wee dander around the hospital instead, and I asked him to help me work out where everything was as had just started. This was successful and he stopped trying to escape to Aberdeen. For now. Have no doubt will try to escape again tomorrow.
Managed to get there for 7:40 am though, which is good going I think. Leave house at 6.
Left hospital at 3:30 today and got home by 5:10. So just shy of 4 hours travelling time. Going to bed in like 18 minutes as utterly exhausted. Fell asleep on bus in what can only be described as coma.
I am going to be a whippet the time I finish in here. Its constantly hot, so you are drinking loads. Sometimes the work is scunnering. The time you do get around to eating, I'm shattered and thirsty. So drink more again. Sweaty thirsty and shattered.
Husband gets a "FAIL" card tonight as he is away on management team thing. So I have to walk the dog. Which doesn't sound like much but seriously cannot emphasise just how tired I am. Do you know he's had the cheek to put me on "Wife Points"? I get points for making him breakfast. nice dinners, acts of kindness and carnality. I get point deducted for cheek, back talk and failure to obey whims. I think this is what I get the points for as asking how to earn points gets you points deducted as "I should already know". Its like matrimonial Eurovision.
Oh aye, I passed all my exams and coursework. Only that shitty 42% one annoying me. Am actually temptred to resubmit as its annoying me that much. Its a C but its rubbish.
I know I have control issues and can be academically hard on myself, I expect at least a B. If I get 96% I wonder where I went wrong for the other 4%, but seriously 42% ? I also award myself a FAIL card. Was going to reward self with a massage. Not now. Am away to whip self with dog leash or something.
Anyway, IN OTHER NEWS:
Had an issue with leaving patient naked whilst bed bathing, felt could have at least covered bottom half whilst bathing top, just you know, I think that regardless of age you should respect the boaby, just saying like.
Got soaked taking another patient into the shower. Thats a serious design flaw right there.
Had to perform search and rescue for one patient who was trying to make bolt for the door. In his wheelchair. "Where is X?" "He was in dinig room a few minutes ago" "Ah bugger. Right you check that end". As he was going to "Aberdeen" (fictional city for confidentiality reasons)after assuring him he could not go to Aberdeen, telling staff nurse I had him, we took a wee dander around the hospital instead, and I asked him to help me work out where everything was as had just started. This was successful and he stopped trying to escape to Aberdeen. For now. Have no doubt will try to escape again tomorrow.
Managed to get there for 7:40 am though, which is good going I think. Leave house at 6.
Left hospital at 3:30 today and got home by 5:10. So just shy of 4 hours travelling time. Going to bed in like 18 minutes as utterly exhausted. Fell asleep on bus in what can only be described as coma.
I am going to be a whippet the time I finish in here. Its constantly hot, so you are drinking loads. Sometimes the work is scunnering. The time you do get around to eating, I'm shattered and thirsty. So drink more again. Sweaty thirsty and shattered.
Husband gets a "FAIL" card tonight as he is away on management team thing. So I have to walk the dog. Which doesn't sound like much but seriously cannot emphasise just how tired I am. Do you know he's had the cheek to put me on "Wife Points"? I get points for making him breakfast. nice dinners, acts of kindness and carnality. I get point deducted for cheek, back talk and failure to obey whims. I think this is what I get the points for as asking how to earn points gets you points deducted as "I should already know". Its like matrimonial Eurovision.
Oh aye, I passed all my exams and coursework. Only that shitty 42% one annoying me. Am actually temptred to resubmit as its annoying me that much. Its a C but its rubbish.
I know I have control issues and can be academically hard on myself, I expect at least a B. If I get 96% I wonder where I went wrong for the other 4%, but seriously 42% ? I also award myself a FAIL card. Was going to reward self with a massage. Not now. Am away to whip self with dog leash or something.
"That's not my name" *Clap Clap Clap*
as per the Ting Tings.
"Hi, I'm student nurse Marri, due to report at 12. First year"
"Oh. We expecting a second year Zoe McKechnie"
"Nope. Definately not Zoe McKechnie"
"Are you sure?"
That out of the way I then get told by a wee man that he "could DROWN in lips like that". Oh Right. I always thought it was eyes you droont in, but hey I'll take whats coming in any shape or form.
Exam results are in. So far passed 4/5, awaiting 5th result. Dissapointed just scraped a 42% pass on one essay. I don't know how as tutor was giving it "Its really good" and "Doesn't need much more work", yet the ones I DIDN'T show her got 65% and 71%. How does that work?
Going to try and make it in today after placement to pick up comment sheets to see exactly what happened.
And by the way, 5am wake up times do not improve my mood. Well maybe they do as I'm too knackered to so anything but function.
"Hi, I'm student nurse Marri, due to report at 12. First year"
"Oh. We expecting a second year Zoe McKechnie"
"Nope. Definately not Zoe McKechnie"
"Are you sure?"
That out of the way I then get told by a wee man that he "could DROWN in lips like that". Oh Right. I always thought it was eyes you droont in, but hey I'll take whats coming in any shape or form.
Exam results are in. So far passed 4/5, awaiting 5th result. Dissapointed just scraped a 42% pass on one essay. I don't know how as tutor was giving it "Its really good" and "Doesn't need much more work", yet the ones I DIDN'T show her got 65% and 71%. How does that work?
Going to try and make it in today after placement to pick up comment sheets to see exactly what happened.
And by the way, 5am wake up times do not improve my mood. Well maybe they do as I'm too knackered to so anything but function.
Sunday, 8 June 2008
What? WHAT IS IT?!!?! For God's sake... I'm sorry. *Wail*
Oh. Mood swings you say?
Right first of all this is an apology. I'm sorry I've been a moody cow recently, and I really have been. I am mood swinging like a bitch at the moment. And I really am a bitch. I'm RAGING at everything. People cutting me up in the street, I want to push them through shop windows. Phone rings mid-Eastenders, I want to rip it out the wall and throw it out the window. Instead I answer and if its not important arrange to phone back after programme is finished. Then when I've finished being raging I'm crying.
Today went something like this:
Wake up. Happy. Plan to take dog walk to park for a couple of hours
Leave house with dog
Home. Fed up walking dog
Cry because I'm a lazy cow.
Make toast, watch a bit of TV.
Wake Paul up with plans to go to shops and cinema.
Throw a shit fit at Paul for something wee and stupid (I think he offered me a cup of tea). Again. Refuse to go to cinema, or indeed leave the house. Calm down, apologise for being complete cow.
Go to shops. Get shopping. Manage to remain mostly okay, apart from when checkout girl tried to make polite chit chat about dog food and all I wanted to do was tell her to shut the fuck up and get on with the scanning. Exchanged polite chit chat and waited for taxi home instead.
Get home unpack shopping. Go mental at Paul for leaving fridge open whilst unpacking bags.
Calm down and apologise again.
Burst out crying.
Paul makes me lunch/dinner. I get annoyed because he asks me to get plates out.
We watch TV. I burst out crying because judge on Britains got Talent said no to a wee guy. Its a repeat
Go for a nap on couch to try and get a grip.
Wake up.
Watch film on TV. Spend next 2 hours crying. Give up on using bog roll for crying and resort to hand towel instead.
Get annoyed with Paul because he tried to cuddle me.
Cry again.
Fuck sake. Its been like this for the past week or so. Constantly. Up down, up down, up down. I feel alright in myself like, just a bit of an emotional rollercoater. Have explained to Paul that I'm a bit, well, batshit at the moment and to not go mental at me when I kick off. I don't mean it, although I know its still horrible. Its not him. Its me. It genuinely is me. Fucking pill/hormones/PCOS/me.
Right first of all this is an apology. I'm sorry I've been a moody cow recently, and I really have been. I am mood swinging like a bitch at the moment. And I really am a bitch. I'm RAGING at everything. People cutting me up in the street, I want to push them through shop windows. Phone rings mid-Eastenders, I want to rip it out the wall and throw it out the window. Instead I answer and if its not important arrange to phone back after programme is finished. Then when I've finished being raging I'm crying.
Today went something like this:
Wake up. Happy. Plan to take dog walk to park for a couple of hours
Leave house with dog
Home. Fed up walking dog
Cry because I'm a lazy cow.
Make toast, watch a bit of TV.
Wake Paul up with plans to go to shops and cinema.
Throw a shit fit at Paul for something wee and stupid (I think he offered me a cup of tea). Again. Refuse to go to cinema, or indeed leave the house. Calm down, apologise for being complete cow.
Go to shops. Get shopping. Manage to remain mostly okay, apart from when checkout girl tried to make polite chit chat about dog food and all I wanted to do was tell her to shut the fuck up and get on with the scanning. Exchanged polite chit chat and waited for taxi home instead.
Get home unpack shopping. Go mental at Paul for leaving fridge open whilst unpacking bags.
Calm down and apologise again.
Burst out crying.
Paul makes me lunch/dinner. I get annoyed because he asks me to get plates out.
We watch TV. I burst out crying because judge on Britains got Talent said no to a wee guy. Its a repeat
Go for a nap on couch to try and get a grip.
Wake up.
Watch film on TV. Spend next 2 hours crying. Give up on using bog roll for crying and resort to hand towel instead.
Get annoyed with Paul because he tried to cuddle me.
Cry again.
Fuck sake. Its been like this for the past week or so. Constantly. Up down, up down, up down. I feel alright in myself like, just a bit of an emotional rollercoater. Have explained to Paul that I'm a bit, well, batshit at the moment and to not go mental at me when I kick off. I don't mean it, although I know its still horrible. Its not him. Its me. It genuinely is me. Fucking pill/hormones/PCOS/me.
Friday, 6 June 2008
Happy Anniversary Hangover!!!
That's a lie. It's not really the reason that I have a slight hangover. It is however my anniversary! Yay go me! 2 down.
I'm now finished uni until FEBRUARY 2009.
I am basically out on continuous placement until then, barring having to repeat any coursework. , if I've failed any, which hopefully (please wee baby Jesus) I haven't.
Taking a dry run to Erskine on Sunday to see where I am going. I found out that the "15 minute walk from bus stop to hospital" is only to the front gates of the hospital. Apparently there is then a further 10 minute walk to get to the actual ward I am on. Fuck sake. I am going to be a whippet by the time I've finished there in 12 weeks time. Day plan goes like this:
5 am: Wake up, shower, breakfast, walk dog.
6 am: Leave house
6:20 am: Arrive at Govan bus stop having walked for 20 minutes
6:25 am: Get on bus from hell.
7:44 am: Arrive at Erskine Bargarran bust stop.
8:10 am: Arrive Hospital Grounds
8:20 am: Arrive at ward, change into uniform
8:30 am: Commence shift
5:00 pm: Finish shift
5:45 pm: Get on bus home
7:15pm: arrive home
7:30pm: eat soup. Die from exhaustion. Straight to bed. Do not pass go, Do not collect pumpin'
And thats me for the next 12 weeks (well 7 including 5 week break in the middle). THE HUMANITY!
I think the programming office is run by the Keystone Cops of admin. A bunch of us found out that the reason we are all posted so very far away, is that some of us who ticked "NO" to "Do you drive?" have actually been entered onto the system as "YES". This is not helpful. I have not checked wether I am on of the unfortunate bunch. Its too late to change me anyway.
I'm now finished uni until FEBRUARY 2009.
I am basically out on continuous placement until then, barring having to repeat any coursework. , if I've failed any, which hopefully (please wee baby Jesus) I haven't.
Taking a dry run to Erskine on Sunday to see where I am going. I found out that the "15 minute walk from bus stop to hospital" is only to the front gates of the hospital. Apparently there is then a further 10 minute walk to get to the actual ward I am on. Fuck sake. I am going to be a whippet by the time I've finished there in 12 weeks time. Day plan goes like this:
5 am: Wake up, shower, breakfast, walk dog.
6 am: Leave house
6:20 am: Arrive at Govan bus stop having walked for 20 minutes
6:25 am: Get on bus from hell.
7:44 am: Arrive at Erskine Bargarran bust stop.
8:10 am: Arrive Hospital Grounds
8:20 am: Arrive at ward, change into uniform
8:30 am: Commence shift
5:00 pm: Finish shift
5:45 pm: Get on bus home
7:15pm: arrive home
7:30pm: eat soup. Die from exhaustion. Straight to bed. Do not pass go, Do not collect pumpin'
And thats me for the next 12 weeks (well 7 including 5 week break in the middle). THE HUMANITY!
I think the programming office is run by the Keystone Cops of admin. A bunch of us found out that the reason we are all posted so very far away, is that some of us who ticked "NO" to "Do you drive?" have actually been entered onto the system as "YES". This is not helpful. I have not checked wether I am on of the unfortunate bunch. Its too late to change me anyway.
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Oh. My. God. Its hideous
Seriously. Mind I said initially I would offer £76K? I must have been mental.
They have lowered the ceiling in the bathroom, which if you peel back the plastic fence skylight riddled with damp, all the roof strappings broken. This might not mean theres a problem with the roof right enough, it could mean its just been broken from the inside. It does mean that we would have to either fix this strapping removing the dropped ceiling. Leaving a big high bathroom. This is not so bad
There were were cockroaches. Dead ones.
Its nicotine stained
The garden needs skipped.
Upstairs smells of wee.
They have wallpapered the ceiling, I think this is to hide cracks in the plaster.
Light fittings are taped to the ceiling with black tape
Looking at the toilet walls are like being on acid,"Tiled" bathroom. Aye its tiled but no two are on the same level.
Its a green bathroom suite, and the toilet bowls cracked, and been plastered. Lovely.
The kitchen tiles are falling off. The kitchen needs skipped.
Theres wires hanging out walls and built in kitchen cabinets upstairs instead of built in wardrobes.
But the piece de resistance. They have built a "conservatory". On plywood and bricks. Its a green house that comes up half way on the living room windows, and cuts off half the light. You step into it via a sliding door held on by a nail and the whole thing moves. It wobbles. Because its on plywood and bricks. Not a lot of bricks. I think about 4 in total. I doubt this has been approved with planning permission.
Its immense. I am hoping though still to get a survey done, as I think it does have potential, but its a room at a time job. If the survey comes back clear I'll hedge an offer in for £65K. I am quietly optimistic about this as everyone else that came in got as far as the kitchen and walked out again.
They have lowered the ceiling in the bathroom, which if you peel back the plastic fence skylight riddled with damp, all the roof strappings broken. This might not mean theres a problem with the roof right enough, it could mean its just been broken from the inside. It does mean that we would have to either fix this strapping removing the dropped ceiling. Leaving a big high bathroom. This is not so bad
There were were cockroaches. Dead ones.
Its nicotine stained
The garden needs skipped.
Upstairs smells of wee.
They have wallpapered the ceiling, I think this is to hide cracks in the plaster.
Light fittings are taped to the ceiling with black tape
Looking at the toilet walls are like being on acid,"Tiled" bathroom. Aye its tiled but no two are on the same level.
Its a green bathroom suite, and the toilet bowls cracked, and been plastered. Lovely.
The kitchen tiles are falling off. The kitchen needs skipped.
Theres wires hanging out walls and built in kitchen cabinets upstairs instead of built in wardrobes.
But the piece de resistance. They have built a "conservatory". On plywood and bricks. Its a green house that comes up half way on the living room windows, and cuts off half the light. You step into it via a sliding door held on by a nail and the whole thing moves. It wobbles. Because its on plywood and bricks. Not a lot of bricks. I think about 4 in total. I doubt this has been approved with planning permission.
Its immense. I am hoping though still to get a survey done, as I think it does have potential, but its a room at a time job. If the survey comes back clear I'll hedge an offer in for £65K. I am quietly optimistic about this as everyone else that came in got as far as the kitchen and walked out again.
Monday, 2 June 2008
News update
Right me and Paul have seen a house. O/o £69,500, price contingent on the fact that it needs gutted. Needs a new kitchen, bathroom, all new decorated, and carpets (including for the 30' by 13' lounge), garden has two massive trees that need removed. Thats not including things like garden needs done too (generally over grown/full of rubbish), new front door(s) and it needs double glazed (has old metal frame windows) and this is all pre survey.
I was willing to go to £76,000 based on the house across the road is in walk in condition and is up for F/P £108,000. Estate agent has told us that whilst there has been some interest re viewings no-one was even willing to consider a bid as "It needs too much work done" as its not been touched for 20 - 25 years but the seller wants at least £82 - 85,000.
So do I wait for survey to show we are serious, stick in the bid for £76,000 based on the fact the house needs all the above work done, and the market is somewhat slow at the moment, hope no-one else gets in and keep pour fingers crossed? Or up the offer? I'm really not keen to up the offer based on the amount of work that needs done and this is pre-viewing (I climbed over neighbours fence on Sunday to have a peek around garden and look in windows)
Oh decisions decisions. Although I think that I'm going to stick to the £76 and see how it goes, because once we put an offer in it then has to go to closing, and no-one else seems willing to put a bid in. Yet.
Hopefully a viewing this week.
I was willing to go to £76,000 based on the house across the road is in walk in condition and is up for F/P £108,000. Estate agent has told us that whilst there has been some interest re viewings no-one was even willing to consider a bid as "It needs too much work done" as its not been touched for 20 - 25 years but the seller wants at least £82 - 85,000.
So do I wait for survey to show we are serious, stick in the bid for £76,000 based on the fact the house needs all the above work done, and the market is somewhat slow at the moment, hope no-one else gets in and keep pour fingers crossed? Or up the offer? I'm really not keen to up the offer based on the amount of work that needs done and this is pre-viewing (I climbed over neighbours fence on Sunday to have a peek around garden and look in windows)
Oh decisions decisions. Although I think that I'm going to stick to the £76 and see how it goes, because once we put an offer in it then has to go to closing, and no-one else seems willing to put a bid in. Yet.
Hopefully a viewing this week.
Sunday, 1 June 2008
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