We’re all familiar with estate agents’ penchant for… “massaging” the truth. Back in the day, it was almost quaint. For “bijou”, read “smaller than a parking space”; for “centrally located”, read “located directly above a nightclub”; for “rustic charm”, read “needs complete rewiring and has a secret dry rot problem hidden behind the peeling wallpaper that will be a fun surprise to discover once you’ve already exchanged”.
Strictly speaking, these aren’t outright lies – more generous interpretations of the truth. A sort of madly optimistic, Vaseline-on-the-lens view of reality that usually completely failed to match up with the depressingly drab property presented to you.
