Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Diary of an Estate Agent

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Diary of an Estate Agent

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Diary of an estate agent

A scantily clad tenant, a barrow-boy buyer and a ball cock causing a flood all challenge our Knightsbridge agent


I arrived in the office soaked.

Scooters are great for getting round the houses free parking, whizzing in and out of traffic but not ideal for travelling to work on wet Monday mornings. I was grateful, however, for my one confirmed appointment: to value a Thirties studio flat in a purposebuilt block in Chelsea.

The plan was to meet the owner there but when the door opened it was obviously not by the man I had spoken to on the phone. This was a woman in her twenties, wearing next to nothing, who coolly looked me up and down and invited me in.

I had a quick look around and bolted in case she handed me one of her business cards. The owner called me later to ask if I had met his "tenant".


The phone rang while I was in the shower at 7am. It was Sam, otherwise known as Sam "I can do an attended exchange" the Man. He's a bit of a barrow boy and fluent in the jargon but, somehow, nothing he promises ever happens. It was not the start to the day I'd hoped for.

He wanted me to meet him later this morning, yet again, at the mansion flat he is supposedly buying (it has been under offer with him for five weeks now).

Arriving at work, I discover the Australian who owns the flat Sam has offered to buy has already phoned in, grumpy, worried by all the delay. Then, before I had time to call the client with the news of a further delay, an old client, Dr Diab, walked into the office asking about the mansion flat.

I took him straight round for a viewing and he offered ?10,000 more than had previously been agreed. Looks like Sam and stonewalling are history.


It was an 8.30am start at a magnificent flat in Royal Hospital.

My viewer arrived very late and after an argument with the taxi driver over the fare finally made it to the flat. The cabbie was using sat nav, which took them to the wrong address (so what happened to The Knowledge). …

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