|Our First Offer
||[May. 22nd, 2006|09:45 am]
The nice people next door came round yesterday afternoon and tried to get us to sell them the house cheap. I have to say I was expecting (and dreading) it. The little girl chased bunny round the room while daddy smiled and shook his head and said, "You'll never get £160,000..."
He's a very young man. He runs a corner shop and wants to play the property market. He's got the lines but he doesn't have the conviction- not yet. He chiselled, he haggled, but he was kinda bashful about it. If I hadn't been seething with fear and loathing I'd have found it all quite sweet.
His wife is lovely. I'd hate to upset her. So I played a straight bat, deflecting everything. And, yes, if we can't get the asking price, we'll bear their offer in mind.
Piss off, but please don't take offence...
I have a note on my sign, "By appointment, please," but I guess neighbors don't feel any constraint. Luckily, I don't know my neighbors that well.
Are you referring to the Muslim family? I wondered, since you mentioned many Muslims are buying there, if they would be contacting friends about your sale, since that would be ideal for them.
We expect all our prospective buyers to be Muslim. And, of course, they have this culture of haggle.
Our board says "by appointment" too. We have our first "legit" party of viewers scheduled for two this afternoon. We have been feverishly tidying up.
I now have my own house in such basic good order that my "feverish tidying up" consists of:
Kitchen: force the cabinet door shut by banging on the bottom of it hard; put away all dishes in the drainer
My bedroom: Make sure the cat quilt is symmetrical and that the pillows are straight; turn on bedside lamp so the room looks "cozy."
Guest bedroom: Close all computer programs so that the pink tulip desktop picture, selected to match the room colors, is the only thing showing on the monitor; turn on bedside lamp so the room looks "cozy."
Bathroom: Hide toothpaste and toothbrush; hang blue towel just so near the "bad" wall, so only the towel will be noticed.
Living Room: Fluff up sofa; replace drooping flowers in red vase; pick up lint off rug.
I am finding that my realtor's (really a family friend and former realtor) need to be symmetrical is getting on my nerves. She also likes roosters, and keeps bringing them into my house--rooster salt-and-pepper shakers, rooster lamps, rooster potholders--and this morning I noticed a new rooster, one that is only for decoration, sitting in the exact center of my stove-back.
I hate it, but if I move it she will know, and be hurt.
Our first set of viewers turned out to be a family from two doors down. Daughter has married and moved out and wants something bigger than her two bedroom house in the next street. She likes our house because it's exactly the same as her childhood home.
We have three more sets of viewers scheduled for this afternoon and evening.
In other news, we've just taken delivery of a "removals kit" which consists of two packs of assorted carboard boxes, some bubblewrap and a big roll of tape.
Bunny is terribly excited. For him a cardboard box represents an adventure playground and buffet lunch in one jumbo sized package.
I have a feeling your house is going to sell very soon!
I get my cardboard boxes from the Ingles grocery store. On Tuesday mornings they have piles of empty Laura Lynn egg cartons, with slots for carrying, and they're perfectly sized for books.
I'm afraid to even think of moving, lest I jinx something.
(I was sitting just now in the living room and noticed that the candlestick I always hang from a nail on my chimney cupboard is now sitting exactly centered in front of a tray that is also exactly centered on top of the bookcase. I hate it there. But what can I do? I am trapped in a symmetrical prison until I can begin to pack.)