We've seen a huge variety, from bungalows to semis, to new houses to 100 year old houses and thankfully we've seen things we like. But we've also seen things we really didn't like, some of which was not the fault of the house itself!
In one of the bungalows we saw the estate agent wasn't there to show us round so the owner, who later recognised me from 6 years previous as one of his customers (he was a hairdresser), was doing his best salesman role. Unfortunately, the elderly resident in-laws had left their mark, or more accurately their smell, so we only got to see their room briefly from the door. Shame!
Another of the houses was a superb match for us, though required quite a lot of work. The owner, a lovely elderly woman with a purple rinse greeted us at the door before we'd even knocked and then proceeded to shadow us through the endless number of rooms. She was also 'on-hand' to answer questions about the local area but then as we went upstairs she backed off- when we stepped back in to the kitchen, she pretended to be reading her paper, no doubt keen to hear what we were saying about her place. And it's no surprise, she'd been living there for 30-odd years, so was probably keen to see that her home was going to a... well, good home?!
One place we saw, the estate agent rang the doorbell and proceeded to unlock the front door when he heard a dog start barking. The look on his face was the sort a postie might pull when he hears the growl of a dog hungry for his post! After exclaiming he didn't know there was a dog, he diligently crept through the small gap he'd created, so as to not let the dog out, with his parting words, "let me sort this out". A few moments later he opened the door only for us to see that the dog was a small terrier, whose bark was definitely worse than its bite could ever be.
At another house on a new estate, the estate agent, who couldn't yet have left his teens behind, ushered us in to a home as the owner (a mum) was leaving, new baby in tow. As we were having our usual nose around, the house phone rang - it was the husband - "before you leave the house could you bring the poo bags with you please? I forgot to bring them."
Having had our flat on the market for a couple of weeks, we know how much effort it is to be out of the house and to get the house 'ready', and Fiz is loving that the house is clean all the time. But luckily we don't have to worry about poo bags or babies!
Confident that we could get A house somewhere, we've stopped looking, awaiting news on our flat before moving on. So we took the opportunity of a free Saturday to finally wade through our photos from travelling - all 15,839 (160GB) of them!
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