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Thank you all for taking the time to reply. My bad, I had only driven past No Flies so assumed they were another Estate Agent. Does that mean they don't charge the typical commission? Seems a few of you like Tepilo, except of course from those on the Mail website. Any experience with Purple Bricks?

Thanks for taking the time to respond. Not sure about No Flies or any high street agent, but am now seriously considering Tepilo...unless you know differently...

I am selling my house in SE22. The Lordship Lane Agent that has been dealing with the sale doesn't seem to be listening to my needs, has behaved in a boorish way and has told the potential buyer to do the opposite of what I instructed. Now thinking that either Purple Bricks or Tepilo is the way forward for selling my property. Does anybody have experience of SELLING with either of these? I would be very grateful for feedback and recommendations of the two.

I know that, the collection date given is 2 weeks away, I haven't got room to store, hence ad.

Is there a man and van out there willing to take old furniture, mattress, rugs and general results of a household clearout to the dump? Ideally tomorrow as I work during the week. Let me know with a price quote please. Many thanks.

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Thank you, macerator was the word I was looking for. Whatever it's called, it's broke. Didn't want to let him upstairs as I have light coloured carpets in the hallway and his clothes and footwear were dirty due to his toil. Thought the urgency was to wee, but yes with hindsight (that wonderful thing), why would a manual worker used to working outdoors be shy of taking a sneaky piddle in nearby Peckham Rye Park or any other outdoor space? Come to think of it, why not use The Hearn Pub, a 4 min walk away? (sorry new owners) All this summation is of course redundant, water under the bridge. The deed is dumped. Any Saniflo engineers moved to pity yet?

BB has got to be the best thing on television since the test card little girl playing noughts & crosses on a chalkboard watched by a demonic clown. Downloaded and watched all to the absolutely eye-boggling riveting end. I agree, how can anybody still be on 'Team Walt?' The only truths to come out of his depraved mouth at the end was a) I am the person who knocks on the door...it is me you should be afraid of(sic) b)No Skyler, I did this all for me, I enjoyed it. He has completely messed up every life he has touched - Jessie's mainly. I love Jessie for his loyalty (still bestowing the respect of teacher title 'Mr White' on the homicidal maniac to the end)I want to nurse Jessie back to full mental health. I want to start the ED branch of the BB appreciation club.

Thank you for falling in love with me, I could really do with some TLC and there is no wine in the house. A Saniflo toilet is the type that they put under stairs and up in attics where normal pipes and plumbing don't reach. They have really small pipes and work by 'mashing up finely' all solid waste and sending it down the small pipes to the main drain - that's why you can have one anywhere in the house. Take care out there, and I'll be sure to wash all cheeks before you kiss them.

Dear All, No real reason for posting this except: a) I'm annoyed, b) It may save others from a similar fate, c) There may be the remotest possibility that a local Saniflo engineer will take pity on me and fix my loo free or for an insanely reduced rate. On Wednesday a pair of gentlemen knocked on my front door to offer their services to cut the rather unruly hedges at the front of my property. We negotiated ?10 and they set to work. About 10 mins after they started, the elder of the two knocked and asked if he could use the loo. He genuinely looked desperate so I agreed he could use the one under the stairs, a very short distance from the front door. This is a Saniflo loo. I have stuck huge notices in block capitals on the wall telling all (in no uncertain terms, in detail, as I have teenage sons who often have mates over) NOT to deposit anything except wee, poo and modest amounts of toilet paper down the loo. Yer man was in there ages, I called to him after about 5 mins asking if he was ok, he stayed in the facility for about 10 mins. During which time the other had completed the hedge, tidied away and moved on. After he had gone, and I could finally go into the loo - for the stench held me at bay - there was faeces still smeared on the seat and around the loo and privet leaves and twigs all over the floor. On flushing the loo, the motor made the most horrendous racket, began juddering and the bowl overflowed. Clearly something is down there that does not belong down there. Please note that I am 100% certain that the loo was working perfectly well before his visit, and no other person was home. The conclusion to this woeful tale is that I didn't manage to catch up to them and am now stuck with a sizeable bill to fix my downstairs loo. Not to mention the vomit-inducing cleaning I had to do. So fellow EDers, be cautious when letting strangers use your loo - and perhaps buy hedge cutters and do the job (no pun intended) yourself!

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