The cats are fine — or at least no trouble to any humans — when punters are looking at the house. Watson sprawls on my bed on top of the quilt, and Isobel vanishes. When I got home today, I could see that she had been on my bed under the quilt.

I have already received an offer that I don’t love because the prospects don’t even have their own house listed yet. Their proposed price is in the right ballpark, but what do I do if they can’t sell?