Yesterday Kristy Arseslap told you of the plight of Bingo and India and their attempts to land a pile in London. (You can read their heart rending tale here).
We were swamped by requests to find out how their home search was going. So, Mike Crawshaw caught up with them.
” Last year we tried to help Bingo and India, a couple of upper class tossers from Surrey, find a property in Central London. They had more money than sense to spend on their ideal property but unfortunately this would not stretch to the property at the end of The Mall that India fell in love with. When we left them, India was convinced that she could oust the existing tenants with an offer they could not refuse. We’ll let India take up the story….
‘I walked round the outside to see if there was stables and a paddock but I couldn’t see anything except an old man with great big ears. He appeared to be watering the plants.
He looked up and our eyes met. There was something about him that was rather attractive.
I felt we had met before. He wandered over.
‘Hello, may I help you?’
‘Yes, I was rather admiring your house’
‘My wife tells me It has been in the family rather a long time, what is your name my dear’
‘ India’
“What a coincidence! my great-great grandmother was Empress.”
‘I’d do anything to live in this house’
‘Anything?’
‘Oh yes’
‘What I have in mind may give you a bladder infection.’
‘That’s alright, I don’t know anything about flowers. Have you got a pony?”
An improved offer was turned down when his wife caught him with no trousers.
