So, to update: Estate agent is currently going very pleasant and understanding. Have arranged for one open day afternoon (although landlord tried to say 'for now'.. Er, no, that's it). Have another appointment for their floor planners to come round this week but other than that, that's it on the EA front.
LL however is being a protracted pain in the arse. He emailed me to say he would be coming over to do the paintwork over some damp and put up curtains. At 4pm in the afternoon. The day he requested fell on my DH birthday, timing a pain because of our plans and toddler tea and bed etc so after some umming and ahhing I emailed back to ask to change it. In a nutshell, he dug his heels in and gave me an alternative time of 7pm for him to do the work on the same day. Bloody ridiculous, so i said no - he replied that he would attend both Saturday AND Sunday for shorter times and then mentioned he needed to seal the damp stains before painting with a chemical spray. I'm bloody pregnant FFS.
I replied with a firm no, offered Sunday only, and he came today at 11.30.
Despite assurances the work would only take 25-30 minutes at most, he was here for two and a half hours. The spray sealant took two coats, and although I had asked that he close off the room he was working in (with open windows in there) he left it open on the second spray so the chemical smell has permeated the property. I can still smell it now. He didn't cover the work surfaces that he was spraying over so everything is covered in a fine white spray paint effect - that doesn't come off. 2 Chopping boards, glassware, plates, toddlers cups and milk bottles etc, all covered in the spray.
The curtains that he insisted on hanging ("they cost £250 so I WILL hang them when I visit to make the place nicer for viewings") in our bedroom are 5 inches too short and light comes in through from under them (I wish I could post a pic, it looks ridiculous, like half mast trousers).
Lastly, he's out plant pots out of the windows with pansy type flowers in. Which is all very nice, but who is expected to tend to them? And in this wet weather, does he actually expect them to survive?!
I'm so fucked off. I probably sound quite petty but the whole expectation that we will just tolerate this is out of control. 2 and a half hours and he's caused me stress, ruined my things, and given me work to do. Argh!