Back in 1977, we moved from Lancashire(sorry, Gtr. Manchester) to Lincolnshire, and our house was up for sale in our absence, so we were never there when it was being viewed. One weekend we went back and our daughter`s Stylophone was on the floor, broken, but we couldn`t prove who had done it or when. Another thing was, we`d had a leak from the washing machine, and part of a floorboard in the kitchen rotted, so hubby replaced a foot of it with fresh wood, and we laid new vynolay over the whole kitchen floor. When we returned a few weeks later for a weekend, the lino had been ripped back, and the new wood had been kicked through, leaving a hole, but again the estate agent claimed ignorance. We did sell, eventually, but we`d had enough, so let it go for a ridiculously low sum, just to be rid.