Tuesday June 24, 2008
A flat, featureless day, with little sun and less joy. It’s always the same when I have to sack someone and even an estate agent is ‘someone’. Darn it, I liked the bloke.
Doesn’t make it any easier when the ‘sackee’ doesn’t take well to being sacked. Darn it, a professional man is supposed to behave in a dignified and professional manner.
Hey ho. I was gentle. And polite. And, throughout, firm. He is gone.
Then, dragging and screaming protest all the way, Graham took me off to Bridgwater to select a replacement agent. Being fair, he didn’t want to go either but, this once, his will was harder to set aside than mine.
We promenaded along the main drag, inspecting agency premises from the outside, trying very hard to get down to a short-list of one while, at my insistence, not ruling all the rest permanently out of court. “Just in case,” I said. “You never know what may happen.”
The young lady from the new agency will come along on July 8 to “get the ball rolling.”
We felt the need of decent coffee.
“Let’s go in Costa Coffee,” Graham said.
“Well, ok. Your coffee at home is better, though.”
“Thanks, but it’s not the same.”
So we had coffee that just didn’t taste right, wandered around the enormous, loud, garish ‘sports’ shop in search of a new t-shirt for me until I began to panic and adopted the big round eyes of a little boy who’s close to tears. I was promptly rescued. We drove across town to Sainsbury’s, grabbed provisions, and then home.
“Hello, Dolly,” I said as I stepped through the door. “You don’t know how lucky you are, old girl.”
She looked at me, a little puzzled but determined not to admit to it.
My lunch was a large piece of a cottage-style loaf, about an ounce and a half of best quality cheddar cheese, from Cheddar, and a small bowl of really tasty coarse-cut coleslaw.
“I suppose that a chap who has heroically faced the demons of Bridgwater estate agency wouldn’t have earned a glass of wine to go with his lunch?” I said.
“You suppose right. You may have wine at lunch time when you’re seventy-nine.”
“I shall hold you to that. You may think I’ll have forgotten it by then but I guarantee you I shall not.”
“You always did say I was good for you.”