It's a gloriously wet day.
The temperature has dropped, so it's a bit more bearable.
We have an Open Home today, it will be one of the few we have done on a wet day.
There's quite a bit to get done today, I didn't do any housework yesterday at all... and it shows.
But never mind, we will get it all done and the house will be spic 'n' span by 2 pm.
Archer has a new 'trick'. When he's given his sippy cup, he takes a mouthful, then spits it out. All over himself.
Little shit. And he doesn't stop at one mouthful either... he spits the entire contents of his cup all down his front:
Well... it's that time again. Time to get moving and make this house presentable.
Never trust the weather forecast!
It's stopped raining and looks to be another stinking hot day! There I was thinking we were going to have some relief from the incessant heat and humidity. *sigh*
Oh well... winter IS coming! Please be soon.
Well... for the first time ever, no one came to our Open Home!
We are gutted.
After the no show Open Home, we had the Estate agent stay for a talk over the 'situation'.
He had a couple of suggestions for us.
1. Empty the living rooms of our furniture and get a company in to 'stage' it with neutral furnishings. Then take new photos and re-market it after that.
I said "Like HELL am I doing that!"
2. Next suggestion: Drop the price by over $60,000 because everyone is looking for a bargain! And again I said "Like HELL are we doing that either!"
When you have had three offers in the high $800,000's, then to be told to drop your price to the high $700,000's is a bit on the nose!
So, we are getting another Estate Agent in tomorrow morning for her ideas and opinion.
I'm tired. Dispirited. Just so unhappy right now. At a loss. Totally.