We went to see a house, it was 7 figures, just to give context, looked nice in the pictures, in a nice part of the country, but it was a long shot for us.
it was filthy, utterly filthy, as in actual rubbish all over the floor. Greasy dirty worktops, dirty dishes everywhere, the cat litter box was in the master bedroom and the smell made my eyes water with the amonia. It stung. The towels were grimy, the bed linen grey with dirt and the kids were filthy, clothes all over the bedroom floors.
honestly i couldn’t see past it, the owner was done up to the nines. Full make up, perfect clothes and hair, she said hi to us, walked outside, and said to the agent, working house! As she went to sit in the shit hole of a garden.
we came in and the hall was fine, we walked into the kitchen first off, and my first thought was just shock, it was so so filthy, it was so caked in grease, dirty dishes and pots on every surface, the floor crunchy with crumbs and food, over flowing bins, old food left out rotting.
then we walked into the living room and it got worse, there was just rubbish all over the floor, sweetie wrappers, fizzy drink bottles, crisp bags, old remnants of fruit and food on the carpet, we had to pick our way through it,
all three of us, my husband, the agent and I were all just looking round in horror, then we went upstairs and it got worse again, the dirty grimy bathroom, filthy towels on the floor, shower door and bath with just old mould and dirt, the smell of cat piss in rhe master, rhe beds unmade and clearly dirty, like the sheets had never been washed, you could actually see the grime.
I couldn’t beleive she looked so perfect and lived like that, the agent said she’d been told multiple times. She looked so perfect and lived like an absolute and utter pig.
I’ve never seen anything like it, but it was so incongruous, as she was so glamourous.