Thanks for the memories...

Another not so happy memory....

(From the past. This is cathartic to write it down :)

Many years ago. More than I care to remember now. Let's just say I was considerably younger than I am now. Somewhere in Sheffield.

My father, got rest his soul, someone needs to....

Anyway, as I said, my dad, who I worshipped.... (Why? Hmmm. Hard one) On considerable money and it was decided that a move to a more affluent area out in Derbyshire was on the cards..... At that time you could buy a row of houses and garages, and still have enough change to buy chips on the way home after the transaction.. Even based on todays credit crunch affected housing market, the average house price back then was in the lowish thousands.

The house was put on the market.... And within days the house was thronged with potential buyers. And nosy neighbourhood freaks wanting to compare what carpet you have in your bathroom... And what literature you keep at your bedside table. I digress, as usual......

So one night.... Not far from this time of year, (Christmas BTW!) The house not having been on the market for long and the interest high... (mum was and is obsessed with decorating....)

The doorbell rung and two very interested potential housebuyers arrived with the promise of paying above the odds and tying up the deal there and then....

Now, I was in bed at this time. I don't know what time my sisters went to bed, as the youngest I was always the first to bed, often under sufferance, for reasons that follow. May I just point out, I don't write these for sympathy, nor to shock. But it all adds to the mix....

My parents sensing a quick and profitable sale on the house were only too keen to allow the unscheduled, but not too late recce round the house.....

The possible buyers were told that as us kids were in bed that a view of the bedrooms was not possible at that time. Anyway, would you buy a house without seeing all the bedrooms? Exactly.

After being shown around the lower floor and garden the couple then obviously stated that they needed to see the upstairs bedrooms....

After a few minutes of humming and Haahing it was agreed, but that the viewing must be brief.

My bedroom door opened....

I had not been expecting this. I was laying in bed....

I was chewing for all I was worth at one of the plastic shackle like handcuffs that were secured to the side of the bed. Kind of like the hung out to dry position.....

The couple, obviously shocked at the sight of me walked out never to buy the house.....

(Thanks for not saying anything 'dear' buyers..... 8o(......)

How do I remember this? Well, things like this are not easily forgot... And were often 'laughed' about during family get togethers. I didn't find it funny, but glad to be a laugh to my family.

I actually enjoyed writing this and although there are myriad more tales like this and some far worse too I have come to terms with much of all this....

<(ovo)> xx

Rob. 21.48 approx 9/12/09

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