Barry’s bedtime reading at the moment is looking at houses online. We’re not planning on moving any time soon (if any of my colleagues are reading this, don’t jump to conclusions!), but it’s nice to look. He went as far (too far, in my opinion!) as sending an email asking for more information on one particular house, which is quite near to where my mum lives.
The estate agent called and left a voicemail the next morning to say that they’d arranged for an agent from our local office to come and value our house on Saturday at 9.45am. Very proactive. A bit too pushy. But Barry thought, hey, why not? We were interested in seeing whether the work on the kitchen (in which we sacrificed a downstairs bathroom and hallway for twice the kitchen) would have affected the value.