Frustrated vendor

It's not my work mates that are frustrating me this week. It's estate agents. I have had my house for sale for while. In fact it's been quite a while and I'm getting totally fed up with it all . It's a lovely home a country cottage. But it's to big for us now and I feel like a change. The thing is as with all things you can view on line. But this house you have to view in person to appreciate the charms. We have one major stumbling block it appears the terraced garden is a problem. I love the garden it's a real sun trap and I've enjoyed pottering around over the years I've lived there.
After a while on the market we decided in conjunction with the estate agent that we would have our photographs professionally taken. Together with the photographer it was decided that the lead photograph would be from the bottom of the garden up to the house. We all felt that this would alleviate viewings when the people would come to view loved the house but hate the fact that the garden is not flat.
Last week we had a viewing the estate agent was full of .... enthusiasm (you thought I was going to be rude there!!)  "This could be it " I was told. "they have admired your house on line for months and now they have an offer on their property they would like to view" I was so excited. In my imagination they were going to be blown away and the SOLD sign was going to be proudly displayed at last. If they had viewed the property on line they knew the garden is terraced all I had to do was present the property and Bobs your uncle - sorted.
I decided I should be at home for the viewing. Not a scenario I enjoy, but I thought this is the most expensive thing I own I should be home to answer any questions and get things moving fast.
The viewers arrived I had been told it was a man from away. In reality it was three local people. The response was totally luke warm. Not the reaction I expected. I had cleaned the house for three hours laid the table to look inviting and the heating ensured we were toasty warm. In less than ten minutes they had been and gone. I was gutted. I was having a hard week and could hardly spare the time and energy I had expended on this viewing. I wanted to give the estate agent a piece of my mind. BUT I didn't. I left it for twenty four hours so I could calm down. The next day I calmly e-mailed the estate agent to inform him of my disappointment. His response astounded me "actually Nicki, they loved the house and would have put an offer in there and then, BUT the garden was too steep." I couldn't believe what I was hearing either the estate agent is making this up  or people are far more stupid than I had feared. I am at a total loss of how to convey the beauty of this garden and home to save myself having to go through this any more.

What a waste of a sunny Saturday

Husband boss "idiot" and myself are both working today. He left for site at 5.30. And I got up and cleaned the house before opening the shop at 8.30. This is not how I envisioned my life in our fifties. I always said when I was younger I was retiring at fifty. No chance of that. We seem to be working harder than ever. We employ people to make our lives easier. They book their holidays and the  shop runs like a dream. I have a holiday and DISASTER resounds. I was  fifty at the latter end of 2014 I booked a sunny holiday for us for just one week. The holiday destination was fabulous. Because we had encountered such a difficult year I was exhausted. So obviously I was ill for the whole week. And when we returned OH MY DAYS. what a disaster one "idiot" blamed another for all that had ensued. When no one "idiot" was at fault they both were. I immediately announced this shop is closed for my birthday this year. Honestly you would think I'm super human so when I'm  not here obviously no one would be able to cope. But I'm not. I'm just a middle aged worn out woman who everyone relies on to keep things afloat.

Like a Phoenix

I have arisen like the aforementioned phoenix. I have missed writing my blog. But life has got in the way. Too busy Too Stressed and Too guilty - Because I was upsetting my fellow co. workers - I had lapsed into silence. I'm not going to tell them I've stared to blog again. It's my blog and it's going to remain a secret.
Not a lot has changed in the  years since I have last written. One or two "idiots" have come and gone in my life but the majority are still the same.
We are still trading from the same building. The For Sale sign has gone. And we have a new landlord - Another "idiot" I have to learn to work with.-
I'm told that life has made me harder. In fact just the other day Husband fellow co. worker informed me I have far more testosterone than any of the men I work with. I don't think it was meant as a compliment. One of my fellow co. workers had posted a picture of an installation promoting himself on Face Book. Unfortunately for him I had sold the product. Yes he carried out the fitting, but he had omitted to mention that in his face book post. I thought about it for all of five minutes. And then decided I was having none of that. So I made a comment. If it comes to a fight I certainly am not going to give in gracefully. It's just not in my nature to give in without a fight.
I will try to entertain you as much as I can and often as I can without my fellow co. workers "idiots" noticing. I have tried over the last couple of days to blog from my kindle at home. But it's so much easier on my work computer I will endeavour to covertly blog from here.