Most people get woken up to the sound of birds chirping, the milkman delivering milk, or the postman popping some letters through the postbox. Not me. Today I got woken up to the sound of a man with a big hammer, boshing a great big “For Sale” sign into my front garden.
Yes, the landlord of my rented house as decided to sell it. Did he, the Estate Agents OR the Letting Agents think it would be a nice/good/courteous idea to let me know this? HELL NO!
So I’ve spent most of today trying to find out just exactly what the heck is going on. This basically involves me phoning everyone in the phonebook and being promised return phone calls, then sitting by the phone for hours and not getting said phone calls.
The funny part of today though was when I spoke to Connells – the Estate Agents dealing with the sale – as I was “enquiring about the property”…
Me: Hi, I’m calling about 13, Holyrood Avenue. I’ve seen the For Sale sign.
Connells: Oh yes! Well it’s only just gone on the market.
M: Yes, I’d like to know more, and the price please.
C: Well, it’s a lovely, recently converted 2 bed flat. All mod con’s. There are currently two tenants who will move out at the end of July. Would you like to arrange a viewing?
M: Well, let me tell you a story. I am one of the tenants.
C: Oh. Right.
M: Yes, you see, I was little surprised to see that the house I’m currently renting and living in, is magically For Sale now.
C: Erm…
M: Yes, erm indeed. Perhaps you can sympathise that I’m a little concerned to learn that I might have nowhere to live, but that no-one thought it worth telling me.
C: OK.. well, gee, is that the time? I really have to go eat my testicles. Goodbye.
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Well, watch this space for more information.