Why doesn't anyone make decisions like the ones that you see in the movies? For instance, the gangster style bag of money that would be carried around by the expectant buyer and on having all of their boxes ticked on a new purchase, would leave the said bag on the side, saying something like, "It's all there, don't bother counting it," and the vendor would shake his head in disbelief and fear. Job done. Deal. Money in the bank.
Instead in today's climate, heaven forbid anyone to make a decision that was spontaneous. A knee jerk action that maybe one day they would regret, but to hell with it, let's live in the moment. Rock n' Roll.
I'm talking about the house for a change. We had a young couple come round viewing it on Thursday and the reaction from the agent was all very positive. They absolutely loved the house, were blown away by how good it looked (thanks to Claire cleaning it to palace standard) but as they were only at the beginning of their search they wanted to make sure of what else was around.
This may still be good, they will come back to us and plead with us on bended knee to forget their earlier misgivings and sign the dotted line. But, for goodness sake, it's a three bedroom terraced house. What else do they look like? We've got the best example of one in a five mile radius. There's even a blue plaque on the outside explaining that a member of Aura4 once lived there.
My theory, and I will confess that it's not based on much, is that property programmes are killing the house market. Every week the masses watch these brainless, no-hopers try and get a house, and the main reason that they are on the programme is that they've been looking for a house for two years and have been round 350 different houses and they just can't seem to find the right one. We then get taken around the best houses in the Cotswolds and they still don't bloody buy one because the second orchard doesn't have the right pears in it.
This doesn't mean that I think people are holding off for a picture postcard cottage in the mountains, on the beach, near a city, with no one nearby. But I do think that people are aware of the choice more than before, and choice is a bad thing.
If you went into a restaurant that had "Full English - £5" on the window then you would walk in and order the breakfast and enjoy it. When you're presented with the menu you're all of a sudden torn between the traditional breakfast, the eggs benedict, the simple scrambled eggs on toast, or the bacon bap. In your mind you visualise them all, and they're all good but you know that you have to pick one. Then when your Traditional breakfast finally arrives at your table your mind is obsessed with the ones that got away. Instead of enjoying the variety and wholesomeness of the English, you wish that you'd gone for the lightness of the Benedict. A life of misery ensues and you're reminded of your terrible decision in every child's smiling face forever, until finally you die a miserable person eaten away by the decisions that have haunted you. You become a withered, decrepit, grey, ashen, hunched excuse for a person, and then you die. You were thirty five.
So, this is my advice to the unknowing buyer of my house, go with the flow a bit more. Are you happy with all of the elements of my house? Can you see yourself living there happily? Are you content that it won't fall down this year? And can you afford it? If all of this adds up, then don't worry if the grass is greener somewhere else, concentrate on the good things of what's in front of you, and take a risk. That's what life's about. Taking risks and some of them paying off, and the ones that don't are called experience and this makes you take better risks later on.
We shall see what happens with this latest bunch of ditherer's, but it'll turn out right in the end. It always does.
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