Step too far
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The last couple of days we have had a flurry of house viewings.
This involves at least 2 hours of intense housework and the children all know their places now. Erikita knows she has to close her window an hour before the potential buyers arrive. This is to prevent them from hearing her shrill voice scream, ” THEY ARE HERE” when she sees their car arrive. Also prevents them from hearing my son’s commentary on their car….
Conrado knows he has to hide his pants from the previous month dotted around his bedroom floor, somewhere out of sight. I found a kitchen chair in his wardrobe today. I didn’t have time to ask him why and just prayed the estate agent didn’t open up the wardrobe door and suffer concussion and choke on any bad smells…
Gin Gin has to de-clutter her room. It takes about 48 hours. She also then need to water her plants on the patio and try to revive the withered orange tree and dead geraniums so that her outside terrace looks attractive. It doesn’t….
They then sit at their desks like “Perfect Peters” and not allowed to shout across corridors and up stairs at each other so that prospective clients think that concrete houses are sound proof.
The door bells then goes to announce their arrival and I count to 10 to make it look as though I haven’t really been spending 2 hours cleaning the house, head spinning like a mad thing, getting stickier and hotter by the second and that I already knew they had arrived long before the doorbell went. Erikita had her nose pressed to her bedroom window and has a loud voice…..
Then whilst the clients are in the house with the estate agent I hop from room to room trying not to bump into them, eaves dropping when I can ( this client was looking to knock down the ensuite bathroom wall as she likes open plan bathrooms….she obviously doesn’t make smells when on the toilet and doesn’t mind condensation), and I usually end up in the kitchen opening and closing the fridge door, re-arranging the milk cartons and labels David Beckham style, trying to look busy.
At least when the client goes the house looks spotless. I had even put out plates and wine glasses on the breakfast bar much to the children’s bewilderment. “Are we having a party?” Erikita asked.
Back to normal now, shouting, clutter and the house is ours again. Just how we like it…
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