The bright appraisers On a hot day four men came into my house, jeering at my new carpet in the hall, chucklingly trampling up the rickety staircase, disdainfully walking over the great room, ticking off "high ceilings which we don't need", boredly staring around the attic (later in their report declaring the entirely unexamined roofing beyond repair), not even bothering to enter my pretty room; good-humoredly stepping out the front door, explaining they would, graciously, not subtract demolition cost from plot value because that would leave me with a negative number, responding to my dumbfounded query whether they had, then, found the whole structure to be unsound with, amidst laughter, the hilarious statement that "we can't look into the walls!" 6. July / 1. November 2009 |
© Anthony Thwaites