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This Charming Property

    People who tell truth about the properties which they are selling should be given prizes for honesty. A house which is described as "spacious" will be found to be too large. Words like "enchanting", "delightful", "convenient", "attractive" that are commonly used all mean "small". The words "samll" and "picturesque" which are not so frequently used both mean "too small". A "picturesque house" is one with a bedroom which is too small to put a bed in and a kitchen that is too small to boil an egg in.
    My prize for honesty goes to someone who recently described a house that he was selling in the following way: "This house that is situated in a very rough area of London is really in need of repair. The house which has a terrible lounge and a tiny dining room also has tree miserable bedrooms and a bathroom that is fitted with a leaky shower. The central heating which is expensive to run is unreliable. There is a handkerchief-size garden that is grown with weeds. The neighbours who are generally unfriendly are not likely to welcome you. This property which is definitely not recommended is ridicelousli overpriced at 85 thosand pounds."

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