You will like some of your viewers and the visit will go smoothly. You will dislike some and every personal question they ask you and every time they cast their eyes around your bedroom and look your room up and down will get your hackles up.
You're extremely lucky if the first viewer through your door buys your property. This nearly happened to us but what he offered was so low we laughed.
The estate agent said he would show people around the house as this way he could say nice things about the house that maybe we wouldn't want to. This first viewing was at 7pm,too near dinner time to actually cook any food in case the smell of fried onions or fish put people off. What we didn't expect was the estate agent didn't want us at home so we had to go in the car and drive round the corner and wait for his call.
The next viewer was due early one morning when I was looking after dinosaur boy. We went for a short walk and waited for the phone call to say all was clear. The phone call told me that the viewer hadn't turned up. The estate agent phoned the woman concerned only to speak to her husband who had a clue that she had arranged a viewing as he wasn't thinking of moving house, oh dear.
The young Asian man who had been first to view the house and offered a silly amount wanted another viewing as he hoped his father would give him some money to buy it. In came the viewer with father and uncle who were two of the most rudest people I have came across. They proceeded to walk around the house banging on walls to see if they could be knocked down and conversing with each other in their own language while not responding to anything I said to them even although they could speak English. They walked into the rooms before me and walked out when I was in the middle of telling them something about the house. They did politely say goodbye and thank you so they get one point for that. I was so glad to see the back of them.
Another young lady loved my house so much that she had three viewings and brought family and friends with her. The third viewing lasted about forty minutes as it took that long to go through all the questions she had in her rather large notebook. This lady put her house on the market to buy mine so I hoped hers would sell quickly.
Next was a Polish couple who on their second visit brought mum and dad from Australia and an uncle. Mum was very sweet but the uncle asked every question about our monthly bills and the dates the windows were installed, I expected the next question to be what we were having for dinner that night. All these answers are already in our home report (apart from the dinner one,they don't ask you that) and I felt the questioning was a bit personal and should only be between me and the buyer.
I'm tired and fed up, I feel my home has been violated by strangers. I am a friendly person and always have the kettle on the boil for a cup of tea but to show strangers into the inner sanctuary of your house by which I mean bedrooms and bathroom is just wrong especially if for some reason you don't gel with them.
My next viewer is a woman with a teenage daughter,they both like the house and return with her husband. I can't really read what she is thinking and I'm usually quite good at reading people.
Later that day I have a flaky woman with her husband and toddler. She wants to know if the windows open and what day the bins go out for collection.,where our estate is near (get a map). Every little flaw in the house is picked up by her and I want her to leave.
Finally we have an offer in from the lady with the teenage daughter (the one I couldn't read). Flaky women calls the agent too and even though her house isn't on the market yet makes an offer and demands we refuse the other one. In her dreams.
I'm so relieved I have no more viewers but now the huge job of packing up 19 yrs into boxes begins.
The charity shop does really well from this as I give them boxes and boxes of books,dvds, play stations games,clothes etc. Of course I still have many boxes of books that I can't part with and box them to take with me.
Our furniture is now in storage and clothes and everyday stuff is at my son's flat. We go back to clean the house the following day which is the Sunday before the exchange day. The door bell rings and there on the doorstep stands the couple who have bought our house.
I say jokingly,"Oh you don't want to see this before we've cleaned it all and made it lovely for you."
Then I look at the woman's face and realise that she has not just popped in for a friendly visit, she has come to tell me something............
I may need this......