Watching the cheesy dancing was a giggle

We had our team night out last night, which started in The Eagle with Ostrich burgers and grapefruit and soda. I was stuck, literally, behind the table and couldn't really move, so had lots of good chats with the girls around me. I updated them on our storker buyers, a very scary Aussie couple. Now I know I am a bit anal but hello.... this couple are beyond believe, I just have to tell you the story.

Monday was their third visit to 15 Sun Lane. We were asked if we could remove our children at 6pm for an hour so they can listen to the sound of the house!!!. Now I know we are close to the A2, however chucking my kids out of their bed for a mad Aussie bird to listen to the house is a bit extreme, but we are desperate so we did it.

After returning at 7pm to put the kids to bed, I then decided to cook a nice Spaghetti Bolognese, only to be interrupted, just before serving up, by the mad couple again. After about 30 minutes of very odd questions 'what kind of wood are the doors made of!' they left us in peace. Well for a short time because just as I took my last mouthful of pasta we heard another knock at the 'Wooden' door to discover our storker buyers had returned for the 5th time (3rd time that day) to have another little chat. By now it was 9.45, the conversation started 'we aren't in a chain and we imagine you would like to complete quickly......so..... We would like to offer you', well then my blood started to boil as they offered us £30k under the already dropped price, because these experienced first time buyers!! said it was the norm to offer 10% under the asking price these days!. I gritted my teeth and told them that if we were to sell our 3 bed, newly decorated, lovely Victorian end of terrace house in SE3 (don't you know) for £250k we wouldn't be able to live in a house in the South of England let alone a 4 bed one. They didn't really hear me as they repeated their insulting offer 3 times, I then very politely became more animated and actually mimed my disappoint at the nutters until they stood up and left, still saying 'We will leave our offer with you to think about'.....Hello how deaf are some people.

We did have a good laugh about it afterwards, even got a laugh out of the Estate agents, they weren't very happy to hear our buyers had offered us a price directly!!

Anyway back to our night out, after I managed to get free from the corner of the restaurant we retreated to another local establishment to a few more beverages....I moved onto the diet cokes....whoopee I hear you say. We were entertained by the lovely Mark (known by the A team as M Slash) he keeps us all giggling with his tales, I wish I could go into the content but this is a family site and I wouldn't want to shock anyone. The heaters outside the pub did keep us warm for a while but when the Aussie barman switched them off at 11pm we got the hint and decided to continue the evening in a seedy student den called 'Rustys', a favorite of P Dots. The clientele were 99% male which worried a few of our macho men to start with but after a while the young ladies started to appear, who in turn encouraged the boys on the dance floor.

Its funny being sober as you can watch personalities grow stronger and people become more daring. The Paul's were chatting to a few dollies on the dance floor when I decided to make my exit and escorted the lovely Emma home in my car at 12.30am. I had been to Huntingdon and back to see a client that day so fortunately had my car with me, very convenient as it only took about 30 minutes to get home to my bed. A good night of entertainment though, I can't wait to join in the cheesy dancing and the vodkas again, something I do really miss being pregnant!