Right, gather round, because this one is a special kind of disconnect from reality.
A woman in London, let's call her Bea, has gone to the press to share her heartbreaking ordeal. She's been 'crying every night' and 'waking up in tears.' Devastating stuff. What fresh nightmare could reduce a person to this state?
Her million-pound flat won't sell.
Yep. Bea is the proud owner of a property worth approximately forty times what the average British worker earns in a year, and the market isn't moving fast enough for her liking. Cue the tears. Cue the press coverage. Cue the rest of us staring at our rent statements and quietly losing the will.
Now look, we're not completely heartless. Property chains are genuinely stressful. Getting stuck in a sale that won't complete is a proper headache, and London's housing market is a grotesque, broken machine that grinds everyone up eventually. Fair enough.
But there's something spectacularly tone-deaf about going to the media to announce you're emotionally destroyed because your seven-figure asset isn't liquidating on your preferred timeline. Half the country can't scrape together a deposit for a studio flat the size of a generous wardrobe, and Bea's out here wanting a weep and a hug because her million-quid place has been sitting on Rightmove for a few months.
The London property market is genuinely mental, prices so inflated that even wealthy sellers get trapped in the mechanism they helped create. That's a real story worth telling. It's just that framing yourself as the victim of your own million-pound asset is, shall we say, a bold editorial choice.
We're sure it'll shift eventually, Bea. Chin up.
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