On visits to look at properties with agents and notaires ( we had already stated quite clearly not to show us anything with a right of way, anything isolated or anything attached to another property) we were shown, yes you guessed, all of the above in the hopes that the British mugs would buy.
It’s not knickers or clothes on the floor that I minded, rather it was the tree growing up through the living room, I kid you not !
Also the house that a young couple had started to renovate (badly) they had had a huge row and decided to sell the property. Trouble is neither one had cleaned away all the dirty dishes and pots. The table was littered with mice droppings all around the plates, the sink had mould and flies everywhere and I won’t go into the state of the toilet!
The house that was in the middle of a forest, trees almost up to the edge of the property, spooky and horrid. Had to beat a path through nettles to reach the door. It had belonged to an old lady that had died, her family hadn’t even cleaned out her belongings. Again there were flies and insects everywhere.
The house we eventually bought was the first one that’ felt right’ to us. It had been empty for 50 years owing to one member of the family not wanting to sell, once he popped his sabots his family wanted it gone. There was an awful lot of rubbish, including rotten matresses and dead rats but nevertheless it still felt right and our offer was accepted