Saturday 15 June, 11:55am finds Sam and I peeking out of the front window in the lounge, waiting for the Estate Agent to arrive. Meanwhile, a small gathering of people are lingering on the parking bay opposite the house, clearly waiting to come in and view. Yes, it is our Open House. The Estate Agent was due early but turns up just after 12 noon. As she rings the door bell, the viewers are already on the drive waiting to get in. Sam and I tell her where the key is, ask her to be careful with the conservatory doors (it’s very windy) and then flee to the car and in to town.
The two hours of the Open House leave me in a very odd move. It’s hard to feel relaxed knowing people are both a) inside your house and b) scrutinising your house. I spend the entire outing slightly on edge and increasingly feel more and more stressed as the end time gets nearer and I worry about what the Estate Agent will do when leaving the house (incidentally, she was not great at shutting windows!).
But, it’s done and we’ll find out on Monday afternoon what people thought and if there is any follow-up interest. I hope there is, but it is impossible to know when you will get a bite that also turns in to a sale. At least knowing people might come round will encourage to keep little bits and pieces tidy!
