Drizzle , drizzle, moan, moan

Weather 16C and drizzle, drizzle

Boy, Alba's on one today! I think the world's coming to an end if she's anything to do with it. The housing market has officially died (according to Alba) and we're all going to hell in a handcart! Nothing being sold, by anyone. Although she's telling the other estate agents that she has been. All the other agents are snooping about wanting to know what's going on with the competition so everything we'll hear over the coming months will I'm sure, be hearsay, gossip, Chinese whispers, call it what you will! Could be interesting.......

As for today, there are four viewings in all, of which I am doing two.

As for what else we can do, well we are discussing what the world's tallest building currently is. Well we think it's the Burj Dubai, although it's not complete, it's taller than the one in Taipei. And another thing, we're going to be out of tea by the end of the day with the rate Des and I are going through it!

The local kids are playing a repertoire of eighties classics right outside Aitchesons. It sounds terrible from here! Now that someone's opened the door it sounds even worse! God, what are they playing? Sounds like a jamboree, jolly hockey sticks! 'Baggy Trousers' now...... that's the second time in half an hour. I hope they don't keep it up all day. Oh God, I think they're on tape-loop. It's 'Waterloo' again. And they've turned up the volume. And they're crap. And now that I've got back from my viewings they've gone. Hurrah! And that's lunch.

Unbelievabley quiet, no calls, nobody in. Blimey, I've never known, in all my four months weekend work in the industry.