Today is Open House day at the house my 2 brothers and I are selling. The property we inherited and which Alex and I owned a portion of. The ‘property’ is split into 3 units (the ‘main house’, a very large maisonette – where Alex and I lived, and a 1 bedroom ground floor flat) all of which are now ‘up for grabs’, though we have accepted an offer on the main house.
I rolled up to have a look round at the now completed refurbishments.
What then ensued can only be described as bizarre.
Me: “Hello, I’m one of the owners, I just thought I’d pop in to see what it all looked like now it’s complete”
Lady in charge of the open day: “Ah. Did you know it’s a family selling the property?”
Me: “Yes, I’m one of the owners”
Her: “Do you know H? He’s one of the family”
Me: “Yes, H is my brother”
Her: “Ah you’re H’s sister, so you’re one of the family”
Me: (now beginning to wonder at her mental capacity) “Yes, I’m one of the owners – I used to live here”
Her: “Please let me show you round”
Me: “It’s OK I know my way round – I used to live here.
Her: “It’s a fascinating house with some wonderful features. Would you like to see round?”
Me: “Yes I know, I used to live here. In fact I was BORN here”
She then took me round the flat I used to live in and introduced me to each room as if I had never clapped eyes on any of it before!
The experience was somewhat surreal.
And this estate agent is one of the more ‘up-market’ ones in the neighbourhood!
Moral of this story: Don’t try and put anyone off their rehearsed script!!