Today has been a bad day. Opening news - someone else has placed an offer on the house we were placing an offer on. No bidding war, I hope. And, because the house is held by a bank, we had to get proof of our having liquifiable assets to the value of the closing costs. Conveniently, most of our liquifiable assets are, or were, in four different inconvenient places. The largest part is in a bank in England, from whom I can't easily get a statement due to being in America. Second was in the form of a cheque from an insurance company, which had to be put into a bank. The nearest bank is an hour of walk away. Then I needed a statement from them. Their at-the-desk statements don't show account information; their ATM statements do. But, for extra happiness, my PIN number no longer works. And the bank won't fax a statement. In the end, I persuaded the guy to accept the previous statement and the deposit slip for the cheque, along with the insurance letter to show what the source of the cheque was. The other two things don't send statements ever, but the guy accepted printouts of web-based-statements. Now I had to fax all these things. Normally, I could fax through the modem of my old machine, using the fax printer driver. But we're in this house, with the crappy wiring - I didn't have a phone cable long enough to run from the machine to a phone socket. So I went out again, to fax the things in a shop, instead. Making matters even more fun was that all this transferring things between machines couldn't be done easily, because we don't have a proper network because of this house being cabled crappily - I had to move a crossover cable back and forth between three machines, two of which have their network socket immediately underneath a wide cable for extra inaccessibility. Once all that was finally done, we find out there's been another offer on the house, too. I shall be quite miffed at having gone to all this effort if we don't get the place. Ours is a good offer, too.
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