Stress#2
We had our second open viewing of our flat today. It went on the market on Tuesday and we were inundated during Thursday's open viewing session - we lost count but we had at least 10 separate groups of people traipsing round the place, peering in cupboards, prodding the cats and asking lots of probing questions about the neighbours, the roof and the colour and consistency of my poop.
We thought it was a freak occurrence and that today between the hours of 2pm and 4pm we'd end up amusing ourselves by racing the cats and making them jump homemade obstacles made from blu-tak and pens.
We were wrong.
They started showing up about 1.45, and by 3pm we'd had at least the same amount of people we had in on Thursday night. By 4pm we'd run out of schedules and were having to push our tongues back in our mouths with our fingers - we reckon we had approx 20-25 viewers. I know my spiel off by heart, and when my mum and sister came for a visit later on in the afternoon I attempted to give them a schedule and show them the storage space.
We thought it was a freak occurrence and that today between the hours of 2pm and 4pm we'd end up amusing ourselves by racing the cats and making them jump homemade obstacles made from blu-tak and pens.
We were wrong.
They started showing up about 1.45, and by 3pm we'd had at least the same amount of people we had in on Thursday night. By 4pm we'd run out of schedules and were having to push our tongues back in our mouths with our fingers - we reckon we had approx 20-25 viewers. I know my spiel off by heart, and when my mum and sister came for a visit later on in the afternoon I attempted to give them a schedule and show them the storage space.
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