Tuesday 10 February 2015
Cold start but warming to 9 degrees later
You may be forgiven for thinking that I never do any visits with buyers, having read and digested my posts for this month. Estate agency is feast or famine. Just you wait til May. You will have your fill. May is always manic but often the rest of the year, clients are sporadic. Hence why I will be winning the Lotto on Friday 13th, mysteriously seen as lucky out here, and never doing estate agency again. A neighbour once said to me, how lovely it must be to spend my time looking at houses and talking to people. That bit is lovely, and often hilarious. The wrangling over furniture, undisclosed information, difficulties of communication, legalities and sheer pig headedness is not. Being self employed means that if I do not sell, I do not earn. Every time I go out with a buyer, the WTF demon is sitting at the back of my brain and whispering 'you had better sell to this one, Mrs'. I hide my desperation and despair under a cheery air and happy smile but I wonder if it seeps out and makes an invisible cloud around me. Part of the journey this year is to dispel the unhappiness and longing for another life and to become at the very base level, accepting of what I have and content with it.
OH went out to dog walk and shop and I caught up with emails and did VAT return. List of things seems to be getting longer rather than shorter. After at least three blissfully peaceful hours, OH rang and said the car had broken down in a village where there was no mobile reception so he had had an extra long walk up a hill. He was not in the best of moods. Went out and recovered him - a tyre had blown out. Back home to have cup of tea and get tools and then an hour getting the old tyre off and the new one on. That ate up the rest of the day.
Thursdays client rang up and said he wanted to cancel one of the appointments so got on my thinking hat and found a house which I had had on sale last year. Rang up the owners and they were interested in putting their house back on market. On Friday I will be seeing a guy who appears to be seeing every house between me and Paris.
Went out and tackled the passion vine which had taken the opportunity to develop a stem thicker than my wrist and run riot over the cow shed. Unravelled it from the wisteria, which it must be suppressing, and left elbows of it sticking out where I couldn't reach at it. Sawed off the stem. Noted lots of little sprouts of it which had rooted in the lower bed. Sun was warm and gentle. Blue tits and great tits queuing up on the bird table to enjoy the balls of fat.
Client in the States sent me pictures of her dogs in the snow. I think they are very small dogs but apparently the snow is very very deep. She says her dogs are fed up of it and so is she. Boston is running out of spaces for where to put it