Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Love Blossoms in the Penthouse for a Pink Lady and a Lonely Gent; Diary of an Estate Agent

Newspaper article The Evening Standard (London, England)

Love Blossoms in the Penthouse for a Pink Lady and a Lonely Gent; Diary of an Estate Agent

Article excerpt

MONDAY A brilliant morning. We list six new and very desirable rental properties including a one-bedroom flat, a fourbedroom detached house and a twobedroom penthouse apartment. In just an hour I've organised a back-to-back viewing on the penthouse tomorrow.

The first viewing, at 3pm, is with Ms Ruby, a new applicant, who is thinking of moving from the country. The second, at 4pm, is with Mr Woods, with whom I am already quite familiar.

His wife sadly passed away 18 months ago and he is looking for a complete change in lifestyle, having sold the old family home with us late last year.

His daughter, Sophie, is studying at King's College London and has accompanied him on a couple of viewings. He wants to be closer to her, but not so close that she feels she has to "look after" him.

I have become very fond of the Woods clan and am excited at the prospect of showing Mr Woods the penthouse.

TUESDAY The morning is taken up with credit and reference checks and sorting deposits for customers who are about to move into their new homes.

Then it is time for me to head to the penthouse.

Mr Woods -- late fifties dressed in cords, tweed and cashmere cardigan -- is early. Whereas, Ms Ruby -- stunning, 50-ish, pink hair, leather jacket -- is late. Both meet at 3.30pm inside the plush, ultra-modern property.

Together, they look out at the spectacular view of the city and chat about the area.

"You don't look very arty Mr Woods," she jokes softly. "This is a very arty part of London, you know."

He laughs. "I am more than willing to learn to look more 'arty'. I'm quite taken with your hair, rather Helen Mirren."

"My hair has always been pink," she retorts, but not seeming the least bit offended. "I like to be noticed."

Smiling, as I walk respectfully towards the kitchen, I am pretty sure I catch a mention of a "coffee" in their drifting conversation. …

Search by... Author
Show... All Results Primary Sources Peer-reviewed

Oops!

An unknown error has occurred. Please click the button below to reload the page. If the problem persists, please try again in a little while.