I ended up in tears on the phone to the estate agents. The outlook is grim and the housing assosiation who own the other portion of my house are trying to run buyers and sellers into the ground so they can have first dibs on reposessions.
What an noble trade.
I will email or phone dad to tell him to move in (when he can through all this cursed snow) as it's just too late now. The house can't stand empty for any longer.
Damn them. I will never be set free.
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