What a good girl

A Real Estate Agent came to value our house today. Two of them in fact. And true to their species, having made an appointment for a definite time of the day, they turned up twenty minutes late. Of course, they did.  So, having got me on the back foot before they even arrived and having really upset Meg who was dropping every hint at her disposal that she needed to go to bed NOW, they proceeded to stand about chatting for 10 minutes before actually looking at anything. I chivvied them along with an almost polite "Have you been here before or would you like me to show you around?' and they got on with it. They wandered about, loudly pointing out the improvements that our landlord has made since he bought the place, always on the lookout for a quick sale it would seem. When they'd finished they came back for a bit more chatting and the older of the two said something quite extraordinary. And I quote:

"My, you're a good housekeeper!"

It's a wonder she didn't pat me on the head at the same time to really emphasise her point.

As promised, some photos of the houses in the village. Our current house looks nothing like these.