Open for inspection

I had trouble getting to sleep and had a restless night. Was I suffering sympathy insomnia for S who was at home and stayed up all night cleaning the house in preparation for our first open inspection? It was all very a nerve-racking, and I’m not even located in the same State. Perhaps it was guilt for not being there to help out.

It seemed that one of the hinges on a cupboard door in the ensuite gave up the ghost. Why would the door decide to fall off its hinges now, after all these years, on the day of the first inspection? We were hoping no one would want to open it and look inside. I think most people are too polite to go looking in cupboards, unless they are really serious; perhaps during a second visit. It wouldn’t set much of an impression of the house in that condition. Apparently, light bulbs are going out all around the house too.

The inspection time was changed by the real estate agent before settling on 1.00pm to 1.30pm (which cut into S’s cleaning time by a couple of hours). I’m surprised the agent did that so late; messing the punters around. Also, the agent was late for his own open day. S passed him on the road as she was driving away. It’s unprofessional.

There were two groups of people waiting for the agent before he arrived. There were eight groups all up. One guy came very late. Perhaps he’d seen the original times before the agent changed them. A builder seemed interested in an investment property and was asking various enquiries the agent couldn’t answer.

So that was how it started. A bit of a shaky start, but start it did.