If things have been silent here for a while, it’s because I’ve been breathing into a paper bag. The last few weeks have been a roller coaster —
Bank liaison man: “I’ve gotten 10 refusals from banks because one of you is self-employed and you’re not French residents.” This, a week before the deadline in our pre-sale agreement. And after reviewing our case just two months ago and seeing no problems. The banks are more “touchy” than they were then, we’re told.
Bank liaison man: “But I can get one loan… if you put 250,000 euros in an account with that bank.” Insert image of Scrooge McDuck here. And maybe an eye roll.
Realtor: “I can get you more time from the sellers.”
Second bank liaison man: “I have the slightest possibility with one more bank. Without the reno, just for the property. Send me every financial document you have plus three hairs from your chin and the toe of your firstborn child.”
OK, it’s not THAT bad but… ça craint!
Et voilà. No news may NOT be good news, and … we wait.
AWay in France 