[FLYING BANANA]

...............................................The 2nd did not.

Mr & Mrs & the estate agent were due at 11.30am, well Mr & the estate agent turned up at 11.10am. Ok by me I like people to be early. Had a nice chat and the chap was well impressed with how clean and tidy my flat was. He also liked the fact that I had lived there all my life. They left telling me he would be in touch. That sounded good to me.

At Noon the phone rang and it was David, the estate agents manager, he told me that my first client had made me an offer but it fell 25k short of my base asking price. I declined his first offer. Waiting to see if he is going up the price.

The 2nd viewing, was again with a Mr & Mrs plus the estate agent, at 5pm. Plenty of time in between to get some shopping done plus a few jobs, still sorting out cupboards. Well 5pm came and went, no sign of anyone and no phone call. Then at 5.30pm there came a knock on the door, and there stood just the chap, no Mrs or the estate agent. The chap gave me his name and informed me that he was supposed to be viewing no.268 at 4.30pm before coming on to view my place.

By nearly 5pm he gave up waiting for the estate agent, who was not answering her phone. So he left his wife in the car outside no.268 whilst he came along to view mine. My arrangement with the estate agent was they were to come along with the client. Not for the client to turn up on there own. But against my better judgement I let him in.
But he did not stay long, he left saying that he would go back to no.268 to see if anyone was there. Then he would be back a bit later. Oh! No! Said I. I was going out at 6pm and that was that.

I tried phoning the agent who was due to accompany the client, but it just rang. I then phoned the office, David the manager answered and apologised. He said he would contact the agent concerned and let me know what had gone wrong, again he apologised.
Still have not heard anything. It will not be happening again as I will go along to the office in the morning and ask for an explanation. It's just not cricket, is it chaps.

So now fed, washed up and chillin' in front of the fire with a smallish(!) malt. Oh! We'll see what tomorrow brings.