25 April 2014
C – oh joy, it’s Friday – first text message of the day arrives from bank with extremely bad news. One day I hope to be cheered by my early morning Friday text.
26 April 2014
S – just arrived, not one bloody viewing all day – crap!
C – bloody hell, I am flat out – 9 viewings today. It is going to be a long day. Why don’t you suggest getting around some properties to familiarise yourself with the product you are selling. Am currently at a property that has the most wonderful views down to the sea, but the access rather steep – how am I going to sell this one?
S – with your charming reparte you could sell ice to Eskimos.
C – just arrived at smart, expensive flats. Have two hours here manning them in case anyone comes to open morning, am going to make a cuppa and eat packet of Cornish clotted cream shortbread I purchased, to keep me going. Lovely sea views and I want that sofa.
S – lucky you. However, I have sold my first house for £400,000, go me.
C – well done you – some commission coming your way, eventually.
S – oh poo, off my tits here, with phone calls – need to be in your smart flats with sea views.
C – day is over and am just slipping into Vivo Lounge to meet girls who are just back from the theatre in Southampton – how the other half live. Feet are killing me.
27 April 2014
C – thought I would have a lay in as was very late home and am knackered; drank way too much last night yet again. Got text from George this morning at 0530 to say his One Card was not activated so have spent an hour on the phone sorting it out. You know the type of call speaking to automated voice; press 1, press 2, press 5 – I want to scream!
S – a bit like laying on the sofa, a life of ease is not for you.
C – bloody wine, feel crap.