Brick House, Day 15.

Waiting for the phone to ring.

There is the bonus of a quite different expanse of water to look at though.

That dot out there is seven eighths of a mile off shore, it is all that is left of a once proud and busy pier where day trippers from London would land from a paddle steamer and be whisked ashore by train.

There is a decided dearth of potential tenants at the moment, those that have been around were just on weekend "jollies".... having a nose around for the sake of it.

I have sold quite a few items in my time and whenever you here these immortal words - Ok, we will just go and have a chat about it, we are very interested and will phone you back straight away - you know you will never see or hear from them ever again.

Why people just can't bring themselves to say "No, not interested, goodbye" is beyond me.

So here we sit with sinking hearts and our fingers crossed that there is someone genuine out there.



Until next time........................





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