Tuesday April 8, 2008
I got back from the supermarket yesterday lunch time to find Graham in overdrive mode.
“We have a viewer,” he said. “Coming at three o’clock.”
“Well, don’t panic. The place is spotless. Do you want me to take myself off out of the way or would you prefer to go out yourself?”
“Oh, you go.”
So, after a suitable interval, off I went, leaving Graham to do the house-sitting thing. It was to be an escorted viewing, from the present agent of course, so all he had to do was smile and sit quietly in a corner of the kitchen while the agent, mummy and daddy and at least three children hiked about the house.
Our first viewers! They liked the house immensely but from what Graham was able to learn they still have to sell their own property. I’m not overly pleased at that and shall say so if the agent confirms it when he gives us feedback tomorrow. He assured us when we signed up that he’d only be sending genuine buyers who are in a position to put in an offer and proceed.
Even so, we can treat it as a dress rehearsal and we seem to have scored very highly.
“Well, that was fun,” I said as we settled back in to a nice quiet house.
“Suppose so. What’s for lunch?”
“Sandwiches. Pastrami and gherkin.”