The muppets at Cheltenham & Gloucester have refused our mortgage, on the basis that I do not have permanent leave to remain in the UK. This comes after leaving us hanging for two weeks while there was an inch of show on the ground and people were too pussy to go to work. This is, even, after they said that they would offer us a mortgage. They knew about my vsa status from the get go. Our mortgage broker had told them from the start and they said that it wouldn’t be an issue.
Until it became one.
After we’d put an offer on a house that we loved.
This is bureaucracy at its best. Red-tape, cover-your-ass mentality.
I’m gutted and furious and distraught and emotionally drained. I didn’t sleep at all last night.
We were told it wouldn’t be a problem, so we got emotionally attached to the house. We were measuring curtans and picking out colour schemes. Now, we’ll need to cancel our offer if our broker can’t find us another lender by the end of the week. Its not fair to the lady who’s selling the house to leave her hanging for longer than that.
Fuck you C&G, I hope you go bankrupt.
Current Mood:
Angry & 
Sad