I spoke to N about her mother's house. She was out front scraping the moss out of the big flower-bed with a three-pronged claw thing. I didn't preach. I just introduced the subject and let her speak. She volunteered that our good neighbours ain't getting it; she was willing to lower the asking price by £2,000, but they weren't willing to meet her there, so now it's going to an agent and the way prices are rising she'll probably get her £85,000 sooner rather than later. I don't judge- I'm mean in lots of ways myself- but I still think it's a sad shame.