It’s got quite an aura about it, hasn’t it?’ I say as I guide the newly-weds through the hall and into the living room. ‘Modern sort of design, open plan.’ I sound like every typical estate agent you can find in the yellow pages. Zany, irritating, like a bluebottle that buzzes around a light fixture. I hover behind the couple as the scope out the interior, judging the absent owner’s choice in furniture.
‘What’s that chair doing there?’ The husband says wryly, smirking at the wife and pointing.
‘That,’ I say ‘is my chair. I brought it from home.’
‘What’s that chair doing there?’ The husband says wryly, smirking at the wife and pointing.
‘That,’ I say ‘is my chair. I brought it from home.’
