Is It Really THAT Bad?
This better be fiction or not happening to London letting agents:
While B, our lettings agent, stumbles through the door shaking water and possibly excess alcohol from her face – I know about the gin bottle in her glove box, and agents are resorting to drink as the market crumbles with an inevitability I long predicted – I ponder how much longer I’ll be staying.
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