A letter came through my door recently that sent chills through my heart and gave birth to a mounting dread in my stomach. It wasn't a massive debt, a pay review for my new job or even a notice that my grandmother was coming to visit (shudder)
My lettings agent was informing me that they were coming for (another) routine inspection of the property. It makes me think if they spent less time on these inspections and more time dealing with other problems (i.e faulty washing machines) then they may develop themselves a better reputation but never mind!
I hate anybody poking around in my private spaces. (Please don't take that risky phrase out of context!) Last time they came round, they had the ordasity to stick their noses in our wardrobes and kitchen cupboards and even our fridge!
So, bearing all this in mind, my paranoia stakes were high and iIdecided there was only one thing for it: a dramatic spring clean so there can be no opportunity for embarassment.
Four and a half hours later and the place is sparkling. Everything is in order, the wardrobes are neat and tidy, washing and ironing is up to date, the carpet is cleaned and everything is gleaming with a fresh coat of polish.
Lovely!
So while I hate the intrudence of some stranger inspecting my home, I must admit, if it wasn't for this, I probably never would have mustered the courage to have a good old muck out!
And I feel much better now for it.
I double dare her to say anything is not up to scratch....
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