Facebook post 21 June 2016
This
morning I had 3 phone calls from estate agents asking for Ferretfingers.
He's not
only asked to view a flat, he's also asked for a valuation on this house.
All on
websites of course.
Surprisingly
(or maybe not) only the girl from Bowes Mitchell had the courtesy to introduce
herself properly when I answered the 'phone.
The
others just asked for Ferretfingers.
The Bowes
Mitchell girl understood immediately when I explained Ferretfingers' autism and
obsessions: laughed and said "Oh I've got an autistic nephew, it's
fine."
I'm
developing a spiel "Ferretfingers is autistic, he's currently obsessed
with property websites and this is not his house to sell, it's mine"
One of
the others asked dimly "So you won't be wanting a valuation?”
Seeing as
the dim two didn't tell me where they were from I can't tell you which estate
agents to avoid.
Ferretfingers
had his check up at the dentist this afternoon.
I went in
with him (which was preternaturally maternal of me as I’m phobic about
dentists).
No holes,
needed no fillings, but tartar on the lip side of his lower front teeth.
"So
shall we make another appointment, or shall you do it now?" I asked
nervously.
"I
think we shall try doing it now" says the dentist.
And Ferretfingers
sat perfectly still and compliant throughout the whiney scrapey hissey sucky
session.
Amazing
He constantly surprises.
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