It was completely empty. Everything had gone. All the furniture, all the ornaments, the oven, washing machine and dishwasher, the light fittings, even the shower curtain and rail. Most of the grotty curtains had gone.
The only things left behind were anything that was either useless or difficult to unscrew and remove, including a fridge. (It was firmly fitted into a kitchen unit which was part of the "kitchen furniture" included in the sale.) There were bare light bulbs dangling from ceilings and walls. Wall lights were precarioulsy loose where someone had attempted to remove them. In the bedroom there was an old rickety clothes rail which they obviously either forgot or thought was broken. The grotty bedroom carpets were still there and they had thoughtfully left the loo seat.
The space where the washing machine used to be.
Apparently where a toilet used to be, too.
We heaved a sigh of relief. In some ways it would have been useful to have a dishwasher and it would be expensive to replace it but on the whole, we were delighted that what we were left with was a blank canvas.
It looked as though our first job was to do some essential shopping. A bed, a table, some chairs.
And some champagne.