Tuesday 7
April 2015
Sunny, warm
and very warm later
22 degrees
Paint my nails with Chanel Azure, an iridescent bright butterfly
blue/green mix and put on some leopard print.
I am a great believer in dressing for the client as it helps to bond
with them and enables them to feel confident in working with me. OH puts on something oatmeal coloured and
subsequently far too thick for the wonderful hot Spring day which is to follow. We are as odd looking a couple as you could
hope to see on a Spring morning in a small town in the Pyrenees.
We meet the clients at their flat and have a brief run through of
their thoughts about yesterday’s properties.
After a very low start, things developed beautifully and they are very
interested in the property on the hill top they saw yesterday. They are still concerned, however, that it is
isolated. During the day, they did pop
up the hill and go and look at it.
Fortunately the owners were out.
Keen owners have put paid to more sales than you would ever have
imagined possible. They feel constrained
to point out every last detail. They
become either transparently over-honest and reveal things which only serve to
worry but are actually unimportant, or they wildly over-elaborate and the
buyers, like scared virgins, run a mile.
There is an art to showing property.
We kick off at just the outskirts of town, in the mix of rural/urban which,
it is becoming apparent, is their thing.
The house we see is a tall early 20th century stone built
town house, imposing with its stone framed windows painted a soft dove grey,
fine mesh Juliette balconies and steep pitched slate roof. The interior is modern and stylish with
pebble floored shower rooms and huge bathtub.
Ikea paper lampshades explode from the ceilings like great dandelions. The kitchen is sleek and shining with soft
close cupboards and long work surfaces, ideal for preparing and delivering
large and delicious dinners, dog legging down into the dining area with its
Philip Starck effect ghost chairs. The
large terrace and lower garden are very well received. OH breathes down my neck, cuts across me and
keeps getting in the way, so I leave him to do the visit and hack and splutter
behind them all.
We then go and see a renovation project and seem to be there a very
long time, after which we are all very thirsty and go and sit in the shade
outside of a bar and have coffee. I talk
through the buying process and they go back to their flat and we go for lunch.
OH stays at home to wait for the SFR repair man
to come and reconnect
us and I go back down town, meet the clients again and take them to a house in
a nearby town, last visited when I was feeling ghastly just a couple of days
ago. They love this house even more. I arrange to meet them again on Thursday and
go back into town and see a house with a partner agent. The house is not up to the specifications
these clients are looking for but it is very interesting. Belonging to Finnish and a holiday home,
there is a large sunny sauna and shower room which takes up most of the lower
ground floor, and leads onto two bedrooms.
The tall wood lined living room with its wrap around balcony is on the
first floor. Light floods in through the
tall French windows. The kitchen has
white wooden units beautifully painted with bluebells and ivy and the wallpaper
is a fine pink and white pinstripe design.
Two more bedrooms on the first floor.
Garden disappointingly small otherwise it is an absolutely lovely house
and one I could see myself living in.
Back home and oh joy, we are reconnected so I catch up on all the updating
of the emails and ring back the eleven people who have left messages on my
landline. I also catch up with the would
be buyers of the house in town. Over
Easter, they had come to an agreement to pay a certain amount of damages which
may be awarded to the other side if the sellers agree to sell to them. The sellers advocate had then come back and
said they would need to increase their exposure by at least three times so now
they are very unhappy and much stressed.
We have supper and by the time we have finished eating, the internet and
the phone have disappeared again. Oh
bugger, bugger.
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