I really object to being a grown up sometimes. And I REALLY object to an estate agent talking to me about ‘my generation and maybe even yours’ as though I was old enough to be his mother.  Grrr.

We do 'compact' well :o)

I had Pog Towers valued by a couple of estate agents today.  I was a little concerned that the size may be a let down – I may have mentioned before that I live in the smallest house ever built.  It was summed up really well a few years back by a friends little boy (out of the mouths of babes and all that) when he walked through the house, got to the back door and enquired, in all innocence. ‘Where’s the rest?’

Neither of the estate agents were quite that direct but I did feel a bit daft showing them around in five steps.  Cosy and compact is what the boys and I like though, so I think we will stay here and cultivate the ‘mad cat woman’ label I’m pretty sure the neighbours have given me on the quiet.

Staying put saves having to deal with young whipper-snapper estate agents too which frankly, can only be a good thing :o)