Bloody nerve!
Next door is up for sale - again. I say again, because he seems to put it up every time the lease runs out with the current tenants. I heard some shouting outside my house today and saw that some sharp-suited halfwit bloke with a Mini Cooper was yelling into his phone right outside my place. I went outside and asked him to stop shouting outside my house. He babbled on about having a 'client'; I said I couldn't care less, he has no business shouting outside my house, he's behaving suspiciously and if he doesn't clear off I'll call the police. Which sent him into a panic...amazing how frequently mention of the word 'police' scares non-EU citizens. He did explain that he was a 'Real Estate Agent'. I suggested that either he ought to make phone calls inside his car or else get a new phone if he has to shout into it. If I had been a bit more quick-thinking I would have pointed out the breach of confidentiality involved in holding client conversations where they can be heard by all-and-sundry.
I mentioned this to Jimmy, who said 'how much?'. So I did a quick google and found out (£330k -as if...'this little period gem which is set in an increasingly popular area of London' pfthhhwa!). I was aghast to find that next door is being advertised with a full-frontal picture of my house, presumably because our garden is pretty and cottage-like and next door's is a barren mess. Jimmy told me to get onto them and complain - otherwise we'll have random strangers knocking on the door or nosying around when we're not in.
It really is a bloody nerve. I've asked them to take it down from the www. Perhaps later in the week I shall call in and inspect their paper publicity, too.
Still, if you have that sort of money to spare (I don't), there's a nice little cottage for sale in Clapham Park (sic), semi-detached to a lovely couple who don't row very often and rarely play Wagner loud past midnight (only when very drunk).
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