‘Thank God. That’s a relief.’ Jo gives me an enthusiastic pat on the back as she gets up. ‘I’ll make us a coffee. You can relax now – a little, anyway.’

‘That’s four people gone in. Although, they may have all been together – just one family.’

‘Possibly. But at least it isn’t a complete waste of time. And Carl has escaped the heart attack he looked as though he was heading for a moment ago. Poor bloke. Can you imagine if no one turned up? You’d kill him,’ she says, laughing as she clangs mugs and rattles jars.

I don’t disagree. ‘Ooh, more. Another couple just went in.’ My voice rises with excitement. ‘He must’ve left the door open, though, as no one’s ringing the bell.’

I can’t peel my eyes away from the app – it feels a little like spying. But it is my house. I just wish I could see inside.

‘No sign of Davina yet then?’ Jo places my mug of coffee to the side of me.

‘Don’t think so, but it’s not easy to tell – I can’t make out any detail because they’re walking past the camera so quickly and not even glancing in its direction. If they had to stop on the step and wait for the door to be opened, I’d have time to take in their faces. I’m sure I’d recognise Davina or Barb, though.’

‘Unless they sneak in with other people, of course.’ Jo is standing behind me, leaning on the back of my chair, watching the small screen, too.

‘I doubt there’ll be big groups, Jo,’ I say, turning to grin at her. ‘Sadly.’

‘Well, there seem a fair few there,’ she says pointing.

I look back and do a quick count. Seven people step up and into my home. ‘Yay! Okay, well, I make that thirteen people.’

‘Unlucky for some,’ Jo says.

I narrow my eyes. ‘Fourteen with Carl – we’re good.’

I am relieved, yet anxious, that the open event seems to be fairly well attended. Better than I’d imagined, anyway. I say a silent prayer that at least one of those thirteen people will put in an offer afterwards.

‘Shall we go and join Keeley and the boys now you know it’s all okay, then?’ Jo walks towards the lounge.

‘In a sec. I want to keep watching for a while. See how long people stay for. Might be a good measure of their interest.’

Jo shakes her head, mockingly. ‘And you call Davina nosy?’ She goes off, giggling. I return my attention to my mobile, and sit, coffee in hand, waiting.