The Mirror in the bathroom showed smears when fogged. I cleaned it repeatedly, even with goo-gone and detergent and vinegar. To no avail. Only when D mentioned a glass polishing abrasive did I remember that I planned on using toothpaste for exactly that - and promptly and thoroughly forgot. This worked beautifully.
All photos in mirrors are cheesy, so be it. It is a very nice mirror, give them that credit. I do hope I never meet them, though.
I've come to forgive the previous owners for their many lapses. Getting a house in good order is a process, and they didn't get to everything. The fridge, for all that it's too large and can't open the right way and required chiseling away at the woodwork so the freezer would open, is a very nice fridge. The stove is well designed, D likes working on it, and it's easy to clean. They got the kitchen and bathroom in very good condition. We were able to fix the leaking shower head fairly easily. The electrical is all in good shape, apparently done by a qualified professional. Plumbing is an issue, as is the chimney, and any kind of insulation, locks on doors - not priorities for them, apparently. They did love their Ikea crap, though. Getting rid of that detritus has been a job in itself. One that is not finished yet.
One damn thing after another.
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