Somehow the estate agent manages to come over as quite the villain of the piece in a new article in the Spectator.

How come? Well, the seller found somewhere else to live, the agent took the instruction, and two days later had the writer’s flat under offer at pretty well the asking price.

And the buyers were so keen that they wanted to go and measure up for curtains.

So, what on earth could possibly go wrong?

Well – all agents will know exactly what happened.

The seller – writer Melissa Kite – changed her mind.

So, did the agent do anything wrong – apart, that is, from getting some good buyers happy to pay the price, and thus allowing Kite to move?

Where shall we start?

First, she “badgered” Kite into accepting their offer.

Apparently she invented a holiday that the buyers were about to go on, to try and get Kite to hurry up and agree to sell to them.

And then “a mess of leaflets from three removal firms fluttered on to my doormat because, naturally, as well as inventing an impending holiday, the agent had sold my details to every man with a van”.

Kite: “Right, that’s it. I’m not selling.”

Agent: “But they’re good buyers.”

Kite: “I don’t care if they’re Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. You can tell them they don’t need to measure my windows for their curtains because I’ve had a change of plan.”

Unfortunately, as we don’t know who the agent was, we can’t get her side of the story.

But if you’re reading our take on this, we’d love to know more, especially if the S word was ever used.

As in “Sorry for wasting everyone’s time and messing you all around”.

Somehow, though, we suspect it was the agent who was expected to apologise.