Thursday, December 10, 2015

Thoughts on falling leaves and catching buyers


Wednesday 9 December 2015

Sunny but cold 10 degrees

Got cabin fever and OH was in the throes of sorting out paperwork so took the dog for a walk on the railway track.  Very few people around for dog to greet and only several bikers for him to jump in front of at the last moment.

I told myself that each falling leaf I caught would represent a house sold before the end of the year.  Have you ever tried catching falling oak leaves?  They whizz away from you at the last minute.  I would see ahead, shoals of them falling and run towards them, only to find that the brief period of drop had passed.  Eventually I caught a little one.

I felt the leaves were symbolic of life as an estate agent.  The trees are full of buyers ripe for the picking, but being in the right place in the right time takes luck and good timing and a propitious gust of wind.  Everywhere I could see them falling but even when I was in the right place, they whizzed away and out of my grasp.

Got home and felt depressed.  Had snooze on sofa and made supper of roast chicken and roast potatoes with my efforts at gravy.  My mother and aunts made wonderful gravy but alas it is still beyond me.

Watched the latest episode of the Apprentice where two teams - brass and charmless opposite slimy and authentic, still managed to sell four million pounds worth of property in London in just one day.  100 000 pounds worth of commission.

Felt really fed up then and went to bed.  I am definitely not in the right place and never is actually the right time for my part of the world.