I have to admit that although I know bluedoor will take over the world soon and other agents will be wondering where their market share has gone - I really, really miss weekends and I am really, really tired.
Part of the blame for the tiredness lies with my lovely baby daughter who is not so much cuddly baby as a constantly moving dirt spreader and part is to do with running this giant looking business on my own and being all things to everyone.
Some landlords are recommending me to their friends which is great and some are buying more properties and want me to let them which is also great but both those things mean more properties, more viewings and more tenants. Which is fantastic but everyone wants a piece of me! I need a fake me to take some heat for me!
And who are those guys who are paid to call me and sell me space on their charity calendar, or sell me a new telecoms system, or advertising space on now-you-see-it now-you-don't crappy websites? Do they never rest?
I did make it to visit friends on Saturday afternoon then another friend on Sunday but I can tell they are wondering why I haven't bought a bigger house, a smart new car and why my trousers have what looks like mushed up biscuit around the knees. I'm calling my current look "eccentic entrepreneur" but I really want one of Thomas Mahon's suits and I can't wait to be back to sartorial elegance soon and my girlie won't be sticky fingered forever....
So here I am at the start of the week again. Lets see what it brings.
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