‘I honestly thought this would be easier,’ I shook my head. ‘I can’t believe how difficult it’s been.’
‘You thought this would be easy?’ my wife frowned.
‘Yeah,’ I nodded, glumly.
‘You thought finding our dream home, in this market,’ she went on, confused, ‘would be easy?’
‘It looks it on all of those reality TV shows,’ I mumbled.
‘That’s because they’re all staged,’ she rolled her eyes. ‘Everyone knows TV shows use the best buyers advocate around. Malvern doesn’t have anything really like that.’
‘Doesn’t it?’ I frowned. ‘Have we checked?’
‘Have we checked what?’
‘Does Malvern have anyone who could be our buyer’s advocate?’
‘Why would we need a buyer’s advocate anyway?’ she shrugged. ‘We can do it ourselves.’
‘Can we, though?’
‘We’ve been doing fine so far.’
‘No,’ I laughed. ‘We’ve been striking out hard, so far.’
‘I just don’t think we can afford it,’ she sighed. ‘It’s gonna be tight enough as is just getting a deposit with this market.’
‘Might be worth looking into it at least,’ I mused, tapping my finger on the table absentmindedly. ‘Just think – we could be getting the full reality TV treatment!’
She laughed and looked at me with a smile.
‘I wouldn’t know what to do with the full reality TV treatment.’
‘Oh, I would,’ I nodded. ‘Ridiculous spray tan first, obviously.’
‘Obviously.’
‘Then I start an ill-advised pop career based on no talent.’
‘None whatsoever.’
‘Then fade into obscurity until I’m invited to be a judge on a talent show,’ I nodded.
‘Maybe you could even host a reality TV home buying show,’ my wife pointed out. ‘You could work with a buyers agent servicing the Kew area, making people’s dreams come—’
‘If you say “dreams come Kew”, I may have to divorce you,’ I jokingly warned her.
‘I don’t know where you got the idea from,’ she smirked, lifting her mug up to her face.