No open house for me today, but I took the opportunity, between the hairdresser's and the netty, to drop into a few potential purchases.
The first one had a steep dodgy drive, so I didn't get past the gate. Note to vendor: I live in steep dodgy heels, and am not taking my life in my hands/heels to check out your house.
The second one had a queue of folks lining up to take off their shoes. Note to vendor: If I have to take off shoes to check out your house, there's no way I'll be buying it.
The third one was a renovator's delight, and I was delighted with the goss session I had with the real estate agent about a former bully boss who is also in my acquaintance. Note to vendor: even in a renovator's delight, do not hold your combustion fire flue together with gaff tape.
The final house was a beauty, if somewhat unfortunatley situated between a main road and a drain. Note to vendor: please ask your tenants to head out for coffee during open house. This lot stayed in, and took the opportunity to spread the word of the lord. Now, I must say, the preacher man was a lovely fellow, as was his wife and child, and I am glad that he was saved by Jesus nine years ago when he realised he was a sinner. He seems truly happy, and I told him so. But, I'm shopping for real estate, not religion.Yes, I want to see the light, but only if it's from a northerly aspect. And I don't want to be rude, but will you get out of the way so I can peer in the corner cupboards and turn on the taps for water pressure.
I guess when you're in the business of religion, like real estate, everyone's a customer. But no sale today. I took the agent's brochure, and the preacher's brochure "Why did Jesus Christ have to suffer and die on the Cross?" and continued on my journey.
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