This is a bit of an essay, so apologies, but bear with me - you will feel better informed at the end, I promise.
My wife and I have been looking at property in the Penylan / Roath area for quite some time. I stumbled upon this very shopfront - it was closed in the middle of the day with no sign of life - and was taken by the range of exciting and stylish properties for sale displayed in the window. I made a note, went home, found their website and... nothing. Website malfunction - search engine returned error messages only. Okay, tech issues I guessed. I emailed their info@ email address and waited for a response. 11 months later (I kid you not) someone sent me an emailed list of properties in my area, comprising one which crashed when I clicked on the link.
Serves me right for expecting professional service because their properties were swish, thought I, convinced I had been duped by a good shopfitter / branding consultant.
However, my wife and I happened on a property via another website which said it was a Jeffrey Ross property. Bah, I thought, they're rubbish. However, my wife wasn't party to my own prejudices, so she went in, made and enquiry, booked a viewing, and low and behold, we made an offer after the first visit! House was great, staff were very friendly and helpful, and we thought we were on a winner.
Of course, this is a cautionary tale, so no happy endings here. "The vendor," we were informed, "had another, similar offer which they've accepted." Blast. Two days later, "The vendor has had a think about it and has accepted your offer instead." Result! Next day; "the vendor's purchase has fallen through, so they're staying put." Blast and double blast. Next day: "Would you consider upping your offer?" What?
None of this made sense to us, especially as when we asked what was going on, it depended on who it was we asked as to which version of the story we got. Stuff these vendors, they must be crazy. Nonetheless, undaunted (or perhaps stupidly) we persisted with the agents, as they had another great house "just on the market today!" Off we trundled.
It was a smashing property - just the right size, freshly kitted out, motivated vendors (we were told). Great. Bid made. Agent off to see vendors about their purchase-to-be so promise received to call us in next half hour. Nothing. Slightly nervous phone call made to agent's phone got the voice mail. Nothing. Phone call came in much later - "They really need asking price to put a bid on their own house". Okay, fine, done.
From this point on, with us "in the bag" so to speak, the experience got a whole less customer friendly. Of course, an estate agent works in the best interest of his or her client, and purchasers are NOT an estate agents' client - the vendor is. We had some very simple, not unrealistic questions and requests, regarding completion dates, paperwork and fixtures / fittings that we put to the agent. All is well we were assured. Not so the news coming from the conveyancer. No paperwork, no response to letters or faxes, no agreement of dates (to which we were committed and could not move - time booked off, movers arranged etc etc). Our chap was very very worried, especially as it turns out, because he'd had dealings with the firm our vendors were using and they were always late or missing things. When we investigated further, it turned out that the lawyer was none other than one of the agent's sister. Oh, and the agent was a childhood friend of the vendor. Oh, and they had all gone on holiday and wouldn't be back before the exchange date. No, wait, one of them was working on the Olympics. No, wait he was definitely on holiday. No, wait, he couldn't arrange to move because they were buying a new build, and it wasn't to be finished until the next year. But wait, they had family they could move in with. No, wait, they were on holiday again. No, wait, they couldn't move. No wait... All of this came from the agents, plural, as it seemed they were colluding together to make us as confused and angry as possible with contradictory stories.
Never had I experienced the levels of perceived mendacity from a team of people who ostensibly were trying to negotiate a transaction. Is this the game I had been warned about and that everyone has to play? Is this "gazumping"? We were furious. The agents were appalling. They made no attempt to apologise, assured us it was our mistake to have considered that the dates were fine despite the fact that they had told us it was so, told us it was our conveyancer who was late with everything, and barely managed to explain the complaints procedure when asked about it. I was off to the property ombudsman with a particularly savage bee in my bonnet. Of course, my wife is wonderful, and stopped me doing something rash. We cooled off, told JR to get stuffed, and went off to someone else, with much happier results.
Amusingly, in retrospect, all of the houses we viewed with Jeffrey Ross quickly changed agents... read more