Ten years ago, when we sold our last house in the UK, internet marketing was still relatively new. At that time the estate agent just sauntered round and took a few photos with his own camera and the details were listed very quickly. How times have changed. Nowadays it seems that in order to sell your house you need to have a professional photographer to do the job – for a small fee of course. Then there is the energy certificate - another small fee. Do potential buyers really care about the energy efficiency of a small flat? We also had to show that we are not money laundering mobsters by providing proof of identity.
We have instructed Helen, a petite but fearsome redhead (Paul says she’s blonde), to sell our coach house for us. She seemed to know more about selling this type of property than the Vic Reeves lookalike. She came round yesterday with some paperwork for us to sign. Rick tried to lick her to death. She said she liked dogs but I was worried about her designer jacket so I sort of wrestled him to the floor and held him down, gritting my teeth against the pain from my hip. Paul was too busy drooling over Helen to notice.
The photographer is coming round on Tuesday. I expect another week will have passed before this place actually goes on the market. I’m not going to clean the windows again, I’ll just drop the blinds instead.