The Estate Agent Cometh...

The estate agent has been and gone - so what happened?

Photos taken of the house, including the inside despite my protestations! To say some rooms look a 'titting mess' would be an understatement (!) but he gamely shifted beanbags, bowls of washing up and other detritus to take the photos - oh dear, well we'll wait and see! But on the plus side that's all done for now.

HIP paid for - he can provide this himself

Energy assessment completed - we're a D which he thought was quite good. He asked lots of questions about the central heating and the extension and fortunately I had most of the answers to hand in the mountains of paperwork I seem to hoard!

So, all done now and we should be on the agency's website by 7 this evening and Rightmove by midnight. But all made slightly more stressful by 'someone' being an absolute nightmare during the visit! Had spent 40 minutes feeding him before the agent arrived and Z was quiet for the first few minutes. Then he was quietly sick all over my shoulder and himself and after that could not be pacified! L was on an important phone call so couldn't come to the rescue, and there was no solution but to jam my boob into Z's face eventually which did the trick! Poor estate agent! Then after about 5 minutes on the boob, Z is fast asleep and is now peacefully dreaming lying on my chest as I type this. Typical! I need a stiff gin and tonic, but failing that, one of the Lindt bunnies has met with an unfortunate accident...

But I still love him to bits (I have decided that his feet and toes are my favourite part of him at the moment!).

So we wait until 7 and then get a good look at our house on the net for sale....