Friday, 20 August 2010
Back on the viewing trail again. I'd put a ! in there, but I'm being calm and sensible about this malarkey now.
A torrentially rainy day, the house unnaturally tidy, but with some cardboard boxes thrown in to the mix for added effect. Everywhere looked gloomy.
There were tell-tale smells of furniture polish and brass cleaner, flowers and - no, not baking bread or fresh coffee, d'you think I'm Sarah Beeny? - to balance it a little, a teeny hint of that lovely sandalwood spray that I bought in Amsterdam years ago and am eking out very carefully. Although I loathe most room sprays, I adore the smell of sandalwood, and wish I could find this particular make again.
The yard was dark and dripping. Snail territory.
Anyway.... a delightful young woman came round today, with fat jolly baby and silent smiley husband, and fell in love with the house, the colours, the pictures, the objects, the layout, everything but the price, really, which they admitted was beyond their budget. But they couldn't resist coming to look, as the house had looked so nice in the brochure, and said they could happily live here for 28 years as I have done.
Just the sort of family I would love to sell to, but it's very unlikely. Another viewing tomorrow, and another booked for next week.
The day brightened while they were here, and they left in fleeting sunshine.
I'm not going to ask anyone to cross their fingers again; too burdensome, and not good for typing or making dinner. But I'm cheered to find that the market isn't dead after all, that not everyone is on holiday, and that I can still whizz round and make things presentable at short notice. Clearly things didn't go to the dogs completely while I was having my moment of disappointment.
But you can wish for a delightful young couple with a delightfully accommodating budget, if you like.
Posted by rachel at 12:50