Wednesday 8 April 2015
Sunny 22 degrees
10 am finds me lurking in a car park and waiting for a client from the coast. He arrives on time and backs his virulently yellow soft top car into the parking space. A small apricot poodle peers out of the sun roof. I am very surprised because the house the client has asked to see does not fit at all with his appearance. The client and the dog appear from the car and I suggest we all go in together and the man says he will drive. The dog is put out because I have her seat so she sits on the man's knees and we head for the first property. It is a large farmhouse with extensive lands and is fully modernised. The owners and their massive black hunting dogs are enjoying the sun, some cigarettes and in the case of the dogs, chasing some large pieces of shredded cardboard around the terrace. It is interesting how people, dogs and houses go together. In my experience, people with flashy handbags, small dogs or sparkly shoes would never do renovations, people with large dogs are up for a challenge and people with young kids just want to be found a quick solution.
The client sucks his teeth and the dog pants and he tells me that this is not at all the house he had chosen. We have to go and see it in any event because the owners are there and waiting but the visit is over in a very short period of time. It transpires that he had wanted to see a small manor house with pool and virtually no garden and had mixed up the reference numbers. I am now, stuck in his car, so he says he will drive on and he drives very, very slowly and I am running out of conversation when we arrive at the second house. The owners are away and there is just a workman, sanding down the gates. Because it is mid morning, the passage of lorries is fairly heavy but this doesn't seem to put him off at all. He says he will get Madame to come and look at it and we wend our way back, slowly except in the case of the road bumps, which he takes at some speed and the dog shoots into the air and goes to sulk on the back bucket seat.
He leaves me back at my car and I feel the need for coffee. OH is out doing shopping. Workmen are starting to file in for lunch and the sun is cracking the flags. Ah, bliss....
Back home and then out to do an estimation of value at a nearby farm. The owner looks confused when I get there and says he thought it was tomorrow. Go back home. I am not having a good day here. Internet is back on when I get home so I ring people up, including the notary to ask her about my would be buyers for the house in town. One advocate has said the damages may be 4k and another said they might be 20k. The notary says only the judge can establish the amount of the prejudice and she has no idea where the advocates are pulling these figures from. She also says that my would be buyers cant have a condition put into the contract, limiting their exposure to damages payable to a third party, outside of the parties mentioned in the contract.
The combination of cortisone and anti biotics is making the inside of my mouth flake and puff and I have the most revolting taste in my mouth. Somewhat alleviated by wine and chocolate.