French Estate Agents .....amongst others

The morning started promisingly enough, just look at it, huge golden orb rising majestically over the Languedoc hills. Shafts of deep mellow early morning light floods the house.

The French Estate Agent who was scheduled to show me the terrific house with the long tree lined drive sat and waited for us at an unspecified place in the village. We sat some ten minutes away at another spot and grumbled. Finally we wound our way home. Slight misunderstanding there then. Felt all buoyed up this morning though as had definitely got the time and place right. Then he phones up and says he cannot make it till next Wednesday as his car battery has gone flat. Yeah right. Guess what ? my batteries now gone flat and I've lost interest. Great salesman then.

Nothing annoys me more than people with a half baked attitude to business. I've lost count of the number of times I have phoned people regarding potential business and they have not bothered to return my call. I always endeavour to place my custom with people that care. Usually small family run businesses that need to survive and are hungry for work.

I'm always pleased when despite writing to tell people that I am sadly booked they write back and say thank you for such a quick response. I'm not likely to get their business this year but they might just remember me for having the decency to respond swiftly to their enquiry.

Just a little observation you understand.