It was absolutely filthy. They seemed oblivious to the dirt.
They had a dog (not a dog hater. Got them myself but I also know how to use a hoover and I bath mine). All the carpets were thick of dog hair and strong dog smell. The dog came for a pet while we were talking and he felt greasy, smelled and in need of a bath.
The stairs were those ones with a turn at the bottom, so there's a couple of stairs, then a big wide stair. The wide bit was piled high with clutter so we had to squeeze past to go up stairs.
Bathroom covered in ingrained dirt, like black grout and sealant, black round the taps and toilet hinges, black round the window frames, fan thick of dust.
She opened the built in oven to check on a casserole while we were in the kitchen and it was thick of brown grease and burnt on crap.
All the decor was dated. Wallpaper where it's stripy on the bottom and flowery on the top with a border round. Paintwork yellowing and dirty looking.
Didn't really see one bedroom. They opened the door and we could see the walls, ceiling and floor were all black. A teenage boy told us to fuck off, which they chuckled about and said boys eh?
Back garden was grassed but all churned up from the dog, was covered in poo and he'd dug holes in several places.
They kept saying how perfect it was and it was ready to move into and we wouldn't have to do a thing to it if we bought it. Completely deluded!