The sun is high in the sky. And prices remain sky high.

House prices rose again in June. But only by 0.1% this month, according to this report. Hardly anyone can be arsed to buy by the sounds of it. What with the football on and the weather good and the prices as high as the temperatures.

Searching has certainly been on the backburner for me as England disgraced themselves in South Africa. Word on the street, avenue and cul de sac is that the ending of HIPs has made more potential sellers want to put their house out there to see what they'll get for it. Many of these probably aren't serious sellers unless they get an offer that's too good to refuse.

They won't be getting anything of the kind from me. I'm determined to have my first offer laughingly rejected.

My word, there's a lot to do.

Moving from A to B isn't easy. Was looking into all the stuff that needs doing before, during and after moving house, and my, oh my, there's so much to remember. So many things that can go wrong. So many people who can put a spanner in the works. So many others who need paying for doing their bit along the way. How do people put up with it? Surveyors. Conveyancers. Estate Agents. Solicitors. Milkmen. They all seem to need to know what you're up to at some stage of the moving process, and you can bet they'll all want paying.

Ten Grand Lopped Off

Ah, that's better. One of my saved properties has had ten grand knocked off by the vendor. A sign that some common sense or desperation is creeping into the market? Or just a one-off? Time will tell, but that loss of ten k certainly makes the whole deal more appealing.

A Home For Under A Hundred Grand

Just been offered one via email. Obviously we're not talking top of the range. It's a mobile home in fact. But still, the novelty of a five-figure price tag is worthy of a mention. I won't be getting on my mobile to arrange a viewing though...

House Price Inflation On The Up

Not what I wanted to hear. The rate of rise is up to 10% according to this report. That's about as welcome as next door's rabid cat. How are bricks in mortar increasing in value when there's no money about and spending cuts on the horizon? Grumble. Grumble. Back to the football...

Two Up. Two Down.

That's basically all I can afford to buy when I do finally take the plunge. A narrow house with a narrow garden. Maybe a parking space out front, but probably not. Maybe a shed out back, but probably not. Maybe an upstairs bathroom, but probably not. I'm really not excited about getting on the property ladder, simply because the ladder feels about three rungs high. I don't think I'm gonna be proud of whatever house I end up with. It'll have two up, but will leave me feeling very down.

Quiet Week (Yawn)

Nothing new has floated my boat this week. Getting mails featuring the same old unsold, overpriced houses that have been on the market all year. Yawn. The best mortgages still require a 30% deposit. Double yawn. The likelihood of a double dip recession seems to be on the increase (triple yawn with a little anxious yelp thrown in for good measure). Still, at least the World Cup is on.