Nose pressed against the polished glass,
Fingertips touching, wishing
Those pictures into existence,
Despite the numbers, 1.25 million,
Seven hundred thousand, five acres,
One paddock and two tennis courts,
This is the thing that dreams are made of.
What would it feel like to step inside
Just pretend to be interested?
That rush of hot air and a sickly smile
From a salesman ready for the kill.
Whenever I go somewhere that is known to have high property prices, I always find myself gravitating towards the estate agents – you know, just for a little look.
I don’t know where the fascination comes from; whether it’s looking at the pretty pictures in the window, seeing how many bathrooms there are or just which one is the most expensive? Whatever it is, I do find myself salivating over those windows.
One day, I’ll be able to sashay my way inside one of those shops and ask for an agent to show me around the house that is worth more than a million. Although, it is far easier to do the vacuuming in a one bedroom flat, so perhaps I’ll stay where I live now after all.
2 thoughts on “doing a little bit of house shopping”
I know the feeling, Rachel. There is just something about those beautiful places, isn’t there? You just imagine what it might be like to live there, that way, with that sort of luxury. It’s a fun dream, a bit like window shopping past a luxury store.
I want a kitchen with an island in the middle. You certainly couldn’t fit an island in my current kitchen!