While Dad's off painting barge again today, Mum 'entertains' yet more house viewers sent to us by the Estate Agent. We are getting quite seasoned at this now and even though we are very keen to sell the house it would hurt to have to sell it to some of the types who are posted our way. We are getting quite discerning and, mentally appraising them even as they appraise our house to see whether we would actually want to sell to them and land our lovely neighbours both sides with a horrible person or family next door.
Mum thinks she may have reached the peak of this today as a mother and daughter combo picth up who are so snooty and sneering ("Oh look! It's like a scaled down version of our house in Whitstable!" or "Our kitchen table might not quite fit in here") that she wonders why they are deigning to look round at all.
Being a well bred lay-deeee and an ever-patient 'vendor' Mum holds her tongue while mentally shredding the old cow. Dad thinks he may have felt the urge to usher them rapidly off the premises (but of course, would have done no such thing). Both wish they had the option as do possible buyers, of 'feedback' via the Estate Agent (not really what we were looking for / too small / garden not child-friendly etc). Today's may well have been "Well **** you and the horse you rode in on!
Why are such horrid people allowed out in this town?
Deefs
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