Recession? Maybe We Can Work It Off ; a London Life
Evening Standard - London › February 17, 2009
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"WHO'S that man?" asked my seven-year-old, staring at the well- groomed twentysomething who had just handed me a letter and was now heading off to the neighbour's house.
The only people we ever see on our doorstep are postmen, young Poles shoving pizza flyers through the letterbox and dodgy Irishmen trying to convince us we need a new roof. I looked down at the envelope with its "We love Wallingford Avenue" graphic stamped on it and said: "He's an estate agent. I suppose he wants to sell our house." It was past 5pm yet two of Bective Leslie Marsh's finest young suits were out trying to drum up business in the dark. The pleasesell-to-us letter was from their boss and local estate agent king, the lovely Keith Rigby, who could beat a property downturn if anyone could. He'd sold us our house seven years ago, back in an age when estate agents never walked the streets handing out leaflets.See the full content of this document
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Recession? Maybe We Can Work It Off ; a London Life
Has the recession suddenly turned these and other Londoners into grafters? It's not just those sell...
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