Preparing for a show house must surely rank among the most time-consuming events on the planet. While the aftermath of such is best described as frustratingly annoying. This past Sunday serves my point.
Having been advised by said agent our sale was practically a done-deal, we agreed on the show house to allow our “buyer” a final walkthrough with his Aunt. He’d already completed the offer to purchase, which would be presented to us that day, and so it seemed reasonable.
Sunday morning we arrived at the flat armed with a couple of cloths and a bottle of cleaning fluid. Oh yes and the customary show house bunch of flowers. I’d anticipated an hour maximum of leisurely strolling around hiding things in cupboards, if need be, and stopping for coffee as we went. Goodness me, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Typically as soon as we started, we noticed this dirty mark here and that broken lamp there, and let’s not even go into the window cleaning we ended up doing.
Suffice to say, two hours later, with flat sparkling that sunglasses were needed on entry, we left parched for coffee at home.
Back home we collapsed in chairs and comforted our physical and mental beings from their state of shock. It was Sunday after all, a day of rest, relaxing and eating way too much roast. But with pens at the ready to sign the papers we managed to smile and yes we did eat too much roast.
Monday morning update. No offer to purchase and no word from the agent. Need I say anymore…