Our First Offer

The nice people next door came round yesterday afternoon and tried to get us to sell them the house cheap. I have to say I was expecting (and dreading) it. The little girl chased bunny round the room while daddy smiled and shook his head and said, "You'll never get £160,000..."

He's a very young man. He runs a corner shop and wants to play the property market. He's got the lines but he doesn't have the conviction- not yet. He chiselled, he haggled, but he was kinda bashful about it. If I hadn't been seething with fear and loathing I'd have found it all quite sweet.

His wife is lovely. I'd hate to upset her. So I played a straight bat, deflecting everything. And, yes, if we can't get the asking price, we'll bear their offer in mind. 

Piss off, but please don't take offence...