He left?, that’s right!

“Did Mark from the lettings agent get back to you?” Denise trilled from upstairs as she heard the front door shut behind Keith. “Alright Denise, let me get through the door!”. Keith replied, grumpily thrusting his laptop bag to the floor, narrowly missing Darren, the one eyed tortoiseshell cat Denise and Keith referred to as their ‘little one’. “So many pockets” Keith thought “what on earth are they for?”. Keith’s preoccupation with the detail of his laptop bag was a reflection on the frustration of his day. ¨It’s a bit like our letting agent. The right hand pocket doesn’t know what the left hand pocket is doing” Keith congratulated himself at the brilliance of his analogy “Too many departments, COMPARTMENTS – BOOM!” Keith’s mentally patted himself on the back. “Turns out he has left!” Keith shouted up the stairs. “Already? He was only there for five minutes?”.

 “So who are we dealing with now?” asked Denise. “Who knows. We have been passed from pillar to post, around the country and now I am trying to speak to a call centre in Worksop!”. Replied Keith.”Actually Denise. We need a new agent. One who doesn’t bury their head in the sand when there is a problem. One who is interested in the ever-evolving lettings landscape, and would it be too much to ask, one who has actually been to the property in person?!”. Keith surprised himself with both his knowledge and his spunk. “Ooh Keith, I love it when you are forceful. Cooed Denise. “Will you help me reach my hat box upstairs in the wardrobe – remember it’s Donna and Brexit Ian’s wedding on Saturday” Denise requested, emphasising ‘upstairs’. “With pleasure Denise” smiled Keith, as led by Denise he climbed the stairs.