there’s always a snag
I went through the whole house-buying process a couple of years ago. It is hellish. Apparently, it is more traumatic than having all of one’s molecules replaced with folger’s crystals. Yeah! I know! It’s that bad.
When I rented, it was much easier. I don’t think that I was ever refused a place that I applied for, but I’ve heard the horror stories about that, as well.
Right-o. Gotta scamper. Later, dearies.
rentrejection is a sore rejection, i give my sympathy for the birds
to pine for a home but be stumped by a lumbering realestageagent, who ran rings around you dangling the carrotstick of hope, but in the end prefirs someone else
it is an uncomfortable feeling to be thus uprooted, seh
ouch!