Oh, and worse than that, when we came to look around the house we now live in, the estate agent knocked on the door and nobody answered. We looked around downstairs (which was empty), but as we walked up the stairs it became obvious that the house wasn’t actually empty after all, and that one of the bedrooms was, erm, otherwise engaged. I thought it was hilarious, but the poor junior estate agent who had been despatched to show us around didn’t have a clue about how to handle the situation. We looked around the other upstairs rooms first, and after a few minutes a couple wearing dressing gowns emerged, giggling sheepishly.