We’re still house-hunting on and off when suitable properties come on the market. On Saturday the estate agent emailed me to say there was a bungalow available for our price range ‘near’ Diss town centre, which we had specifically asked for. However, there were new regulations in these Covid-19 days… the estate agent would wear a mask and gloves, and Sam and I were required to wear a mask and gloves. We also were not allowed to touch anything in the property, and could only be at the bungalow for 15 minutes.
Hey ho, it was time to adapt to the ‘new norm’. We had bought fifty surgical masks soon after Christmas, and now it was time to break open the pack. My handbag now carried a mask and a pair of disposable gloves, as well as a bottle of hand sanitiser.
We arrived at the bungalow and the estate agent was already there. As soon as he saw us he put on his mask, and so reluctantly we put on ours. We both wear glasses, and straight away our lenses started steaming up. Great.
The bungalow was tiny and was at least a 2 mile walk into Diss, and a nasty smell of drains filtered through our masks as we entered the kitchen. One wall by the sink was damp, and there was still what looked like the original 1970s wallpaper throughout the property. The estate agent stood the regulation 2 metres away and asked us what we thought.
Through my foggy glasses I looked at Sam in his mask, the estate agent in his mask, and at the sorry state of the kitchen. I’m afraid I got the giggles rather badly. It’s still a bit strange to me to have to walk around wearing a surgical mask, and I haven’t got used to it yet. The mask thankfully hid my grinning features (but not my shaking shoulders). It’s never a good idea to look at Sam when you’re trying to suppress a giggle, as he senses the state you are in, starts giggling himself, and makes it ten times worse.
Oh dear. I just had to get out of that bungalow in double-quick time.
We’d only been back at home for half an hour when the follow up email arrived from the estate agent. Were we interested in buying the property?
Er…no.
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Phil Huston said:
+1 on the foggy glasses. Particularly bad when walking in from 100 degrees to air conditioning, or vice versa.
I’d have been out the door when the drain smell hit me.
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Stevie Turner said:
I was, quite soon after that!
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dgkaye said:
Ya, I’m missing wearing my signature lipstick, lol. And also beware when house hopping. Many people have web cams or some kind of inconspicuous Alexa type thing spying or listening in to see what perspective buyers are saying. Scary! x
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Stevie Turner said:
Ooh, never thought of that. We usually wait until we’re back in the car anyway, but thanks for the tip. x
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dgkaye said:
❤
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Clive said:
I guess that estate agent is going to learn to read body language, especially shaking shoulders. Just as well you were wearing a mask if the smell was that bad!
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Stevie Turner said:
Lol, it was like somebody had died in there and they were still festering in a corner somewhere!
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Clive said:
🤮
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Ellen Hawley said:
I’m struggling with it too. I feel absurd, and ever so slightly nuts. At least I don’t wear glasses.
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Darlene said:
We’ve been wearing masks for a while now so we are getting used to it. But I still find it limiting and yes, my glasses fog up, especially now that it’s getting hot here. A small price to pay I guess. I’m glad you decided against the house!!
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Stevie Turner said:
I can’t see me going back to work at all now that hospital workers have to wear masks all the time. I don’t think I can bear to do it.
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