Since my last post I’ve had an exchange of emails with someone who would rather not tell her story herself – you’ll see why – but has given permission for me to pass it on.  Here it is in her own words:

‘In a previous job I once had to make a sales call to a self-employed businesswoman who worked from home.  It was like going into a skip filled with children and her husband was there too.  The rooms were filled with junk of all types and weirdly they insisted on showing me around the house – it was so strange.  We then repaired to the kitchen which was of a minimalist design but filled with family detritus, and tried to have a meeting while three children added their two pennyworth!  My sales pitch was peppered with Thalia or Otto or Primrose interjecting and at one point being breast fed while I looked on – IT WAS AWFUL!!

‘I felt like I didn’t know how I was meant to behave – was I meant to act like a friend or a professional business contact… Very weird and I bet they aren’t in business anymore!!!’

So beat that for how not to do it!  In a generous mood I’d say that the woman might not have known how else to behave to a visitor to her home.  If I was more cynical I might wonder if she was trying to disarm the salesperson and get a better price.