I’m trying to be philosophical about the house move falling through, but in my heart I am devastated. I know it’s lucky I found out about the roof and the sewage before I bought it, because if I’d found out after I have no clue how I would have funded the repairs, but it still feels cruel for the Universe to have finally shown me the perfect home only for it to be snatched away at the 11th hour. There is one thing I know for sure: if just one more person says to me “it’ll be fine, the right house will come along you’ll see” I will break both their kneecaps. I live in a rural area with a recognized housing shortage and that is the reality of the situation. It’s like being single, and people telling me the right man will come along. No, he won’t. I’ve lived on my own for 23 years FFS. There is no knight-in-shining armour and even if there were he isn’t going to want to take on someone who is forced to spend 18 hours of every day in bed and even when she’s not in bed is too tired to fucking do anything.
Now I am being forced to stay put, I absolutely have to tackle the issue with my neighbour’s customers blocking my drive. I had already written to him a year ago, which had zero effect, so in November I instructed my solicitor to issue him with a pre-action protocol letter stating that if he persisted we would begin court proceedings without further notice. He was given 28 days to reply to the letter………and we are still waiting. He was also instructed to erect signs to direct his customers not to park on my land which he hasn’t done either, so it’s clear he has no intention of sorting the problem out.
Luckily, I have £50,000 of legal cover as part of my home insurance so this week I’ve opened a case with my insurers to proceed with court action for an injunction. I’m now waiting to hear back as to whether they will take the case on, but I can’t see any reason why not – easements are covered under my policy, I’ve already done the required groundwork by writing to him and having my solicitor write to him, and I have 4 pages of CCTV photographic evidence from the past 2 months alone. All of this because he didn’t give the need to park and offload heavy furniture a seconds thought when he took on the lease, even though it’s vital for his customers. The premises simply aren’t suitable for a furniture business and that is the top and bottom of it.
We are having a once-in-seven-year storm here in the UK today and as I type this 70mph winds and lashing rain are battering my windows. I’m spending the day unpacking as I need my spare bedroom, which currently looks like a cardboard box warehouse, back. I’m missing my photography, which is my stress release, and need to get back to some kind of normality and officially let go of the dream