The Things That Happen When You See A House You Like

You don't give a shit about paying a £999 mortgage booking fee. What's £999 on top of the £200k you're borrowing? A drop in a very deep ocean of debt.

You want to get things moving. Get the deal done. But there's red tape as thick as an exterior wall between you and those keys in your hand.

You want second third fourth opinions. So the blame can be halved, quartered, eighthed when the house falls down.

You start obsessing about money. Not spending it. Cutting back. (In other words, you become dull.)

You don't want anyone else looking, sniffing or smelling 'your' house. So you insist the estate agent takes it off the market (and you check their website to make sure they're true to their word).

You start thinking about the vendor. Are they decent? Will they pull out at the eleventh hour after you've spent a fair whack getting checks and surveys done.

You start writing your house buyer's blog again, because you might have something interesting to say.