Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Diary of an Estate Agent; Millionaires May Be Flocking to the New Forest, but Marital Disharmony and Gaudy Decor Still Cause Headaches

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Diary of an Estate Agent; Millionaires May Be Flocking to the New Forest, but Marital Disharmony and Gaudy Decor Still Cause Headaches

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Monday Tuesday Thursday Friday I set off to take clients to view a [pounds sterling]1.3 million waterside mansion at Dibden, Southampton. A Chinese couple, they were moving from Chiswick and fancied a rural estate. I drove them back to the high street afterwards and dropped them off at the Maserati dealership because they were planning to buy a his 'n' hers pair.

At 3pm, I went down to Bournemouth Airport to meet an ex-pat flying in on his own plane to view an Edwardian home set in two acres. He decided on the spot to buy it - and the property next door, so he wouldn't have near neighbours. After, he flew back to Spain for a dinner date.

Meanwhile, our valuations manager, who had gone to value a nearby manor house, rang to say he wouldn't be back this afternoon. He had knocked on the door but had received no answer. On hearing peals of laughter, he had gone around to the garden and found a number of young women in the swimming pool and others enjoying Pimm's on the lawn.

They had invited him to stay for a drink. Well, he is single and it was his birthday.

One of my clients has fallen in love with a [pounds sterling]500,000 house in a nearby village, but her husband is insisting on seeing more properties before he makes up his mind (by which time it may have been snapped up). She thinks we should try harder to persuade him to buy it.

Oddly, we have another couple from Hampstead in the same position. The wife loves a house in Burley; the husband thinks he can get [pounds sterling]10,000 knocked off the price. But the wife has six horses stabled in Northamptonshire that have their saddle bags packed and are ready to move. Tempers are fraying.

Wednesday Driving to a thatched cottage, on which a sale had been agreed, when I was forced to slam on the brakes to avoid colliding with a roadful of horses and ponies. …

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