The End of an Era

Just before I launch into a sobbing account of my last few days at Curchods...I must put these Lyrics to my dear sister...they mean a lot to me!

A Sisters Social Agony Lyrics

She'll know when she's sad that I love her.



Well, what can I say, I probably did more work today for my beloved Estate Agent than I've done in the past five months. Weird how it turned out, I tried my best to chill out, take it easy, but no matter how many phone calls I took asking for viewings/photographs/last minute agency agreements...I couldn't find it in myself to say no to them. We had enough viewings in the diary, yet I carried on, plugging away, phone call after phone call of irritatingly obvious calls such as, ''Where's the property that I'm viewing 10 minutes ago on Blackwood Close???'' Oh and '' We've had Se*mours round to value as well, oh no, we're not going on joint but we just want a new perspective...'' and yet I still continued my ever so delightful, helpful front of, 'Of course we can do that Sir, yes Sir, no Sir, three bags and two bottles full Sir.'' But somehow, after all the stresses, I found myself not wanting to leave, not wanting to bring that board in a final time, lock the door and leave the dirty mugs in the sink, I wanted to sit it out, breathe the Curchods air and live it just one last time. Quite sad really, my colleague (who shall be greatly missed) also popped in to say his final goodbyes, and I'm not afraid to admit, that after all the tears on Thursday, I shed one or two for him today. Not like that, he is just a lovely chap and was a good laugh. The following quotes are my Homage to West Byfleet Curchods, no one will understand them, but they shall make me laugh when I'm old and wrinkly and reading through this again.



''Oh hello, is Lee there please, it's Brenda Pemble, I can't do it, No, I can't do it, they're taking the oil as well, and the fences...''



''Oh ello...it's Shiiiiirley Turner...I've just popped out to Chertsey Road to get the Prowwbate sorted. the pwooobate you see, I was ever so pwroud.''



''You've lost a client. It's Jan Kamburoff, no no I can't do it Sophie, I just can't see the sky...I can't see the front door from the photo...Has Lee told you? I've lost my bridge, so I can't twalk poroperly...''



''Oh right okay! okay alright that's fine, yeah no worries, okay that's alright, okay Bye!''



''It's David Skilton.....''(enough said) And THAT grin.



''Hi Sophie, it's Kllaaaaaaas, is Mark there?''



''Bom ba bom bom bom..yeeeeeeeeooooouw...Um, well, ah No.... but what I have done, is I have drafted a letter...''



''Oh nooo, NO the Pylons are fine, no no no trouble at all, not been a problem at all. Nope, living with Pylons is just fine''



''Haallloooooooo''



''Dr Byrne! Well, Carol likes to sleep in the summer house cos it's so quiet''

And finally....



''Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim'' (sung rather like Pavarotti)



I probably could go on for hours, but then I would truly lose all my readers. Sorry for the rather self-absorbed post (haha, what tautology, they all are, surely?!) but I felt rather reflective today...and needed to get it out of me.



Best thing that happened today:

I realised the issue from Mr Allport's latest phone call was for once not going to be dealt with by me. :)

Worst thing that happened today:

I may have sold a house I won't be paid on. Bugger.

Best Song tonight:

Teenager, Camera Obscura (if you're lucky I'll inflict another YouTube video on you all hehe).