‘You know, we’ll miss you when you’re gone.’
NOT great words to here when you turn up for work. I mean, seriously, WHAAAAAT?!?!
‘Oh no. I mean when you move. You’re not being fired. I’ve said too much. You heard nothing.’
No, colleague, my dear. You – and everyone else – have clearly NOT SAID ENOUGH, because it seems that although I’m the ONE person in the office this is happening to I’m THE LAST TO KNOW!!!
Apparently our section (which consists of me, some new bloke who starts on Monday and whose name I can’t pronounce, and somebody they’ve yet to appoint) is moving around the corner…which is pretty damn spooky as some weeks ago – before the big big boss came rolling into town, changing everything – I had a dream that we would move to the street around the corner! Now all I need is Phil and Kirstie from Location Location Location to drive me round the market square and my dreams will have literally come true!!!
Still, having that feeling that everyone is talking behind your back isn’t the best motivation for getting stuff done. But hey ho. I guess we’ll see what happens on Monday.
I wonder if I’ll get my very own desk? Exciting! And I suppose at least I won’t have to feel bad every time I see the two colleagues I’ve gazumped, who will now be in the less shiny world of lettings. The Christmas party might involve less getting drunk before lunch on champagne though, which is a shame as I was rather looking forward to that.
But anyway, onto the dream house. I’ve not posted any property porn for a while. But this one is worth the wait. It’s just a shame it’s not actually on the market any more as it’s
THE ONE I SOLD!!!
Not that it took a lot of selling.
Applicant: Id like to make an offer.
Me: Are you sure wouldn’t like a second viewing?
Applicant: No. Sometimes you just walk into a place and you just know.
When I got to meet up with him and the vendors at the property last week I could see what he meant.
Absolutely one of the most gorgeous homes ever! It makes me sad that I don’t live here. Some houses have a vibe about them and this one just screams ‘WOW!’
There’s the pretty drive up to the electric gates (arriving home would feel even sweeter than ever!).
In the house, light floods through the windows and skylights and highlights the Farrow & Ball palette. It’s all been done with no expense spared with quality written all over it: exposed beams, limestone kitchen floors, reclaimed oak in the living room, log-burning stove, £10,000 silk curtains!!!
Then there’s the history of it being a 600-year manor house (or at least what’s left after a fire 200 years ago).
And the absolutely most gorgeous kitchen ever!!!
(I swear, I could’ve cried at the sheer beauty of it!)
It has absolutely everything you could need in a home… including gym in the 2-storey garage…
…Which might be no bad thing for burning off a beer-belly as the local pub is actually attached to the property (very discretely, but with secret access too, which is beyond cool!).What could better than shouting your order over the wall, taking the secret shortcut and then having your drinks lined up at the bar? And you wouldn’t have any distance to stagger home after either!
It’s just glorious, inside…
It helps too the vendors are just the loveliest, warmest people ever. And thankfully so are the purchasers.
Unfortunately I failed to marry a millionaire, so I shall never be able to call it home as they will. But as my first sale it will always have a place in my heart. And maybe I could use my commission to get myself some similar cushions. Although I’m going to have to sell an awful lot more homes before I can have that kitchen!