So-called "friends" of my girlfriend playing mind games with her during a very rough patch in her life.

Just as well I'm not in London any time in the near future. I can become very inventive, when provoked.

It isn't directly rude, but it is an unspoken rule of house-shopping that you don't comment about the house in front of the current owner. Most people have this weird emotional connection to their house, like they want you to love it exactly the way it is, rather than the obvious reality that you're going to bring in your own furniture and all that. There's a possessiveness that is very hard to explain. You're selling it, but you don't want to picture their stuff inside it, their cars in the driveway. It's not rude, it's just--awkward, I guess.

That being said, it's also an unspoken rule of house-shopping that the current owner is supposed to go the hell away while people are looking at their house. Preferably gone from the premises entirely, but finding some excuse to hang out in the back yard, at the very least.

I do understand what you're saying, don't get me wrong. I still don't think it was reason enough to bitch me out.

The house is for sale by owner, no realtor to show us around, so the owner had to be there. So yes, a bit touchy to mention prospects for the house, but the woman herself is showing/selling. It comes along with the territory then, and I doubt she was actually bothered herself.
Plus my sis was initially pissed off that I told the seller, that she is the buyer. Was I supposed to pretend I or my mom was? Is that not crazy?

Oh I definitely don't think it was worthy of being bitched-out, MTP. The owner deserves what she gets if she's going to hover around while you're looking.

That said, tell your sister to be very wary of buying a house without her own realtor to represent her. The seller pays the realtor fees anyway, so there's absolutely no reason for her not to use one, and they can keep you from getting screwed in a lot of different ways.

If the house is "for sale by owner", I don't believe the seller will pay realtor fees.

Aden didn't put all the cats in their room last night, so one of them was wandering around meowing in the middle of the night.

One of the dogs decided to chew up one of Dazzas bait esky's (cooler box thingy. I don't know what you call them)

Max decided to be a shit when he woke for a feed at 5am.

I'm very tired and I've had enough.

That is all.

Hmmm, was this by chance a control issue with you sister?

Yeah, that's often true, unless they've been on the market forever and have started to realize that it's really hard to sell a home by yourself, and then they start getting desperate--really, there's basically no incentive for a buyer to buy a house that's for sale by owner. The house is usually overpriced too, because everyone wants to believe their home is worth more than it is, and it's the seller's realtor who is supposed to bring a dose of reality to the situation for them.

FSBOs (pronounced fizz-bos) suck. You get what you pay for.

Or they figure they can ask a lower price and still come out with the same in their pocket.

My best buddy just closed on her awesome new home on Friday. Great planner that she is, she took a class in real estate (which was free tuition as employee perk) as she started the process of house hunting so she would know what the heck was going on. She ended up getting it for her price.

Feet are covered in ant bites and, despite the anti-itch cream, I can't fall asleep. Grr!

It'd be a real shame if your REMF caught a right hook in the snotlocker.

Discipline, CG... discipline. ;)

Update. Had a really bad night last night. Mouth just got more and more painful. New sore spots springing up every where. Molar really starting to hurt and radiate into face and jaw. Tongue and back of throat also hurting.

Decided enough was enough and wasn't going to wait until doctors and dentists open up again after holiday weekend. Got up this moring, and phoned a taxi down to A&E. Wouldn't normally bother them with something like this, but the rate of progression was worrying me. I really didn;'t want it going into my jawbone or something hideous.

I have a very badly abcessed tooth, and this has triggered the infection in the rest of my mouth. So, am now on two different anti-biotics and ibuprofen, and under strict instruction to phone my dentist tomorrow and get them to see me this week.

Couldn't chew food again today. So, in order to fulfil the 'with food' instructions, I necked a bottle of chocolate milk. That seemed to be ok. Took the ibuprofen at same time. hakf an hour later was able to manage half a tin of macaroni cheese.

God Bless Heinz. The saviour of convalescents and dickheads who don't go to the dentist when they should.