The property was a 5 bedroom detached in a fantastic location, quiet little cup-de-sac, somewhere that I can picture myself when I retire (best sell some more houses first). To say I was up for the valuation would be playing it lightly.
I pull up at the edge of the cul-de-sac, I don't like parking outside the house I'm about to value don't ask me why, I just don't. (Just to clarify my car is not a mini and it doesn't have company logos splashed across it.) I'm armed with all my comps, marketing literature, iPad, camera, laser measurer so I knock on the door. The lady opens the door and I'm hit with a stench, it nearly knocks me off my feet the smell of staleness mixed with rubbish it smells just like when you make a Sunday morning trip to the local skip.
She leads me inside, I'm shocked, totally shocked as I'm walking through carefully created walkways in between what must be hundreds and hundreds of old magazines, books, boxes, crap you name it, the floor had it. I even noticed a random golf club.
The house was absolutely full. I've seen the programmes on tv, I've seen messy houses but I can honestly say that this was the worst. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO VALUE THIS.
The lady was obviously a hoarder, every floor of every room was covered in rubbish, there was a dining table in the dining room but you couldn't see it. The bath was full of magazines, the stairs were covered and I couldn't get into 2 of the double bedrooms.
No amount of research was going to help me! I politely pointed out that for the marketing we would need good quality internal photos. The poor lady told me she would have it sorted in 2 weeks.
I left the property in complete shock. I have never ever seen anything like it!!
I'm booked back in in 2 weeks for photos. I hope and pray that it's cleared as it could be a fantastic property.
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