There was a couple viewing them too, and we arrived on the second doorstep at the same time. Talk ensued about how long we had all been looking. Houses are like cars. You can only test-drive so many before you get fed up and just go for whatever you see next. I don't happen to agree with that view, but I can understand the frustration that lies behind it.
Houses are like cars in some respects, however - the tiny size.
I viewed one sweet-looking cottage which was about as bijou as it's possible to be without being in a toyshop. Opening the back door to the scrap of yard, I rose a few startled inches in the air as a large brown bunny with long floppy ears bolted past me. The rabbit scampered round the place for a few minutes before hopping up on the futon in the bedroom and waffling its whiskers at me invitingly. It was a surreal Alice in Wonderland -type moment. I have, however, felt quite ill after inhaling the smell from an oil tank located under a kitchen window, the smell of which permeated the entire house.