People Were Shorter Then...

An estate agent who’s almost too honest, you say? With a good sense of humour? One does exist - I’ve just spoken to him!

Had the most bizarre conversation with a local estate agent, who I phoned via the call button on listing on the Rightmove app. Which always feels a bit shady, as the ring tone changes when it clicks through, as though you’re not going to get connected to an estate agent at all but to some criminal identity-mining ring who work from a disused factory on the outskirts of Barking.

Anyway, it did put me through to the correct place and the man who answered the phone at the estate agency was one of the cheeriest phone-answerers I’ve ever encountered. He could have sold me a windowless shack on the edge of a sewage treatment plant he was so jolly and optimistic. But here’s the thing: he was also ridiculously honest. I mean to the point where I felt he probably needed to just tone the honesty down a bit, otherwise he’d never get anyone through the door. Within fifteen seconds he had managed to talk me out of viewing the property I’d called up about by immediately pointing out a huge problem.

What was the huge problem? And why was I even phoning up about a house? Hmm. Let me explain.