Diary of an estate agent: Fulham

Family matters keep our estate agent busy in a Fulham that never sleeps
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Monday


After a great day at the surveyors sevens rugby, courtesy of Strutt & Parker, I arrive for my second week, proud to be part of the firm following our victory in the plate competition.

There’s no time to dwell on the rugby players though, as Monday kick-starts with constant phone calls, enquiries, valuations and instructions. By four o’clock my colleague has walked enough of Fulham doing viewings to justify removing her heels and slipping into something more comfortable.

Tuesday


It appears that summer has come early so I frantically call our photographer to capture our newly-instructed properties in all their glory. The sun also brings out the 'FFs' (Fulham Families); prams, children and scooters galore.

One of our associates, Barclay, is all too well aware of families, with his first child due in September, although one particular viewing might have dampened his outlook on becoming 'dad', not to mention given him an insight into fatherhood.

After arriving late with her poorly daughter, a mother was particularly keen to view the property in question. Sadly, before even venturing into the house, the child proceeded to be sick on the doorstep and furthermore fainted once inside.
Despite this their offer is accepted and the family is looking forward to moving in - at least clearing up that sick paid off, Barclay.

Wednesday


It’s my birthday but there is no time to relish my 24th year as enquiries and instructions keep coming; I have paperwork flowing out of my ears.There are some beautiful instructions coming our way - a favourite of mine is on Cloncurry Street, on the market for £2.5million. I somehow think it unlikely that by my next birthday somewhere very like it will be mine... but I can dream.

After a long day I see my family for a celebratory supper. It just so happens that my parents are currently selling our family home in Clapham and moving to the country, so despite wanting a 'breather' I am quizzed about the current market by my father: with the London market buoyant, can they buy much more for their money in the country?

Thursday


The team have hardly sat down since the week began and this coming Saturday doesn’t look like being any different, with viewings booked left, right and centre. Sarah, also a new recruit, is adjusting to the speed at which London moves in comparison to her home city of Exeter.

One lady viewing with Barclay happens to be a previous boss of mine, now a relocation agent. Her client’s offer on a delightful house in Parsons Green is accepted, and I sense that I our working relationship may be rekindled over the next few weeks.

Friday


More often than not, this is the busiest day of the week, with last-minute viewing arrangements, last-minute offers, last-minute deals - call us deals on wheels, if you like. As the day draws to a close we pull together to get the outstanding properties under offer exchanged before the weekend.

The sun is shining, it’s half-term and the FFs are out in force. As we prepare to shut up shop for the day, a pram, its shape and size not dissimilar to that of a Figaro car, arrives at the office. Despite being after 6.30pm on a Friday it appears the weekend hasn’t arrived and - unlike the baby in the Figaro - the market doesn’t sleep.

Kate Girardot is the secretary at Strutt & Parker’s Fulham office (020 7731 7100)

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