Oh God. This is not looking good. The last five months have been hell brokering a deal to buy a flat with my daughter Hayley. We are close but just now, sifting though the mass of old emails looking for 'who said what to whom and when' I came across the following email from me in response to something daft sent to me by an old friend Steph. It read:
I have just turned my last trick and I am retiring to the suburban delights of a rental in Surbiton xx
I had sent it to the man we are buying the flat from.
I now understand why two days later he politely requested that I conduct all future correspondence through solicitors as he was an amateur in such matters.
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