On the market unsold for well over a year. Decided on a reasonable figure, given no offers to date and contacted agent.  Offer in late Sunday night. Wasn’t prepared for the immediate counter offer first thing Monday morning.  Strange coincidence? Wasn’t prepared for a bidding war and sealed bids, but that’s where it went.  By now the dream was on fire, so determination put in a feisty figure.  Ecstatic to be told our bid had been accepted.

Started the financial wheels rolling in a haze of triumph and excitement at the project ahead.  Surprisingly little contact from the agent over the next week or so.  Chased them. No response. Chased again. No response. Slightly unnerved, chased again. Then disaster. They’ve accepted another offer. No apology. Just “we’ll keep our eyes on the market for you for something else”. It felt like a wild punch to the chest. This seemed totally unethical and bad practice. Gazumped. Putting my standard passive self on hold, found a drive I didn’t know I had and decided to circumvent the agent with a bold mission to seek out the owner and convince them to reconsider.

The wonders of Google led me to where I needed to go. Somehow managed to arrange a meeting on site.  Nothing and no one was going to covertly barge in on my dream.  A Dragon’s Den pitch in the main front space of the Pharmacy pulled fate back onto its original track. A handshake sealed the deal.  SOLD.  The gazumper now gazumped. Sometimes there is justice. Ecstatic doesn’t come close.