Wife has found us somewhere to live. She talked to an agent while viewing a particularly tiny fucking house we hated and couldn't have fitted in anyway when the agent mentioned he'd just been asked to handle a three bedroom cottage.
"We'll take it" says the wife before he finished his sentence.
"This place" asks Mr Agent.
"No. We'll have the cottage".
"I've not taken any pictures of it yet".
"Don't care. We'll have it." Pulls out phone. "I'll send you the deposit now."
"I can probably get you viewing of it..."
"Don't need one. We're taking it." Opens banking app.
She then spends the next 10 minutes explaining to the man why he doesn't need to advertise this cottage because it's already gone and she's doing him a favour due to the time he'll save on paperwork.
It's fucking beautiful. We've traded up. I love my wife.
