When we were shown around the current money pit, the blonde boyish estate agent from Peter James stood in the kitchen with us and swore the house was ready to move into.
This was according to the last survey that came back on the house, which he himself, he assured us, had personally read.
Ok he couldn't read, but could the chap smell?, we thought. We only wondered because the smell of damp which would choke a canary, the wet walls and the dark glistening exotic indoor plants ¢â‚¬Â¦ growing on the walls ¢â‚¬Â¦ told a different story.
Anyhow, he was right, after a fashion. The house was ready to move into ¢â‚¬Â¦ once we spent ££££'s on it but we expected that (well most of it)
Anyhow, we bought the current money pit but we knew what we were getting into as we had bought houses before and it would have been obvious to the biggest idiot in the land that this one needed an expert surveyor to look over it.
Anyhow, the Peter James estate agent was right, after a fashion. The house was ready to move into ¢â‚¬Â¦ once we spent £48,0000 on renovating it. However we expected that (well most of it)
I shouldn't be amazed when estate agents embellish the truth to this degree but I am sure there is a special circle of hell reserved just for them.