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Ey Up, Self Employed Estate Agency changed mee life

Aye, tha’s right. I used to graft 26 hours a day in’t corporate machine, chained to me swivel chair and a lukewarm mug of Yarkshire Tea.

Then I saw t’light.

I became a self-employed estate agent, and by ‘eck, it’s changed me life.

Now I only work three hours a day, leaving plenty of time to walk me whippets, polish me flat cap collection (because I capped in 3 days of startin'), and tend to me ferrets.

Yesterday I even got to watch our Kevin’s nativity play without asking head office for “authorisation.”

Mary forgot her lines, Joseph tripped over a tea towel, and I cried tears of pride as I drank m' Tetley pint.

You don’t get that on a corporate timesheet.

Next year I will be one of those ICONs.

No ideas they are ... but I want wan

I can pop off to watch t’kids on sports day, clap at egg and spoon races, then nip back home to sell a house or two before Emmerdale starts. I’ve never been freer.

Some call it “estate agency.” I call it living the dream in God’s Own County. So if tha’s fancying a change, ditch t’suit, get thissen a flat cap in dats with ma self employed estate agency model, and join us in t’future of selling houses.

Because being self employed isn’t just a job. It’s a lifestyle. And by gum, it’s changed me life.