I don't even know in which words to describe this feeling. Other than sh*t, of course.
I thought we were on the home stretch, I really did! Everything was stacking up. Mortgage was set up, insurance was set up, LIM was set - the only thing left to do was to get the place checked by a builder and then buy and move in.
But instead, I am contemplating a shocking realisation that... it's not brick under that roughcast.
The bastards roughcasted over f*ckin' weatherboard.
Jesus. F*ckin. Christ.
Untreated timber inside roughcast.
No, I am not going to cry, but I do feel nauseous with the thought that we'll have to go through all this again.
Another builder's report.
Weatherboard. They put roughcast over f*ckin weatherboard.