I’ve been banging on here for some time now and I’ve decided that I like it. I had a few days away for reasons that shall remain unpublished but suffice to say life has an amazing way of bringing us all crashing down to reality, tbaoo normally takes me away from that realm. I recently had the nerve and need to ask a property valuer, what is my home worth?
So much here is a response to silly, annoying, politically stupid, ridiculous opinions and just plain weird shit, combined with great tunes and alarming videos. You’ll notice dear regular reader that when things get a bit maudlin here at tbaoo, retrospective and introspective thoughts just wash out. But a local shithead has really wound my wire.
I had the sheer displeasure of engaging a property valuer, the strangest, rectum sphincter tightened weirdo who somehow instilled guilt and a requirement for my bride and I to apologise to him for daring to own a property that didn’t meet his needs.
We thought when he’d left that this “crapopulous wanker” was the same fellow that had valued our home some 10 years before. He even looked very much like the regularly drunk fuck-knuckle property valuer that I’d taken home many a time on a local club’s courtesy bus, you can read about that wonderful observation of life in “A tale in Lincoln Point”
The outcome of that valuation back then and for no apparent reason, this clown made some bizarre comments in the report for the bank’s insurers. He moaned on about our property’s location near a petrol station and the easement running through our property, that severely threatened our ability to refinance. He warned of impending doom, property destruction and violent explosions.
These ridiculous, and as it turned out completely unqualified comments, caused a very angry me to raise all hell at the mortgage insurance office, the valuer’s office and the so called valuer’s association office. The association, a limp bunch of time wasting buffoons, basically stated that the valuer could say anything they want, without any consequences, to them or the valuer anyway. I didn’t like that then and so now I await the report from our recent valuations.
Even though this man was hired by us, he made us feel uncomfortable in our own home and as I’ve indicated, almost ashamed of our home, the land it sits on and it’s position in the neighbourhood. This idiot even asked what the easement was and what lay behind our block of land. Great research there Freddy, Google maps or just some basic property valuation research would have provided that information prior to arriving. Well fuck him and the ship he sailed in on. I’m working myself up to react boldly and the company will feel the wrath of a well pissed off homeowner.
