Am starting to think that I'm too soft when it comes to the world of business. Dave and I have been chasing ourselves around and around trying to find the perfect place which we can a; live in and have a fabulous Aussie life, b; is close enough to civilisation (pubs), c; in an area which is about to 'go off' and therefore earn us lots more pennies and d; a place we can renovate but not too much (am perpetually lazy).
My problem is that I fall in love with every house we see and immediately can picture myself swanning by the pool, hosting endless summer bar-b-ques and mixing margaritas in the built in 1970's porn style bar. We come away from each house feeling hopeful and Dave does the maths (his is different to my maths, not sure how!) and then gently (yeah right) tells me that we can't afford that particular dream!
I try and feel sorry for myself but all I can think about is the poor estate agent and how we had led them to believe that their house would be sold that weekend to an odd couple comprising of a pom and bush tucker man! I start thinking about their poor starving children who will have to go to school wearing half mast trousers again this term. There was one old guy who tried so hard to sell a house to us. He was always enthusiastic and totally didn't mind me phoning him up on a Sunday evening to ask for another look at the place. My mind started racing away from me and I started to imagine all kinds of terrible things. Maybe he lost all his super annuation in dodgy scheme and was frantically working sixteen hour days trying to replace the nest egg before he had to give up work altogether. However I really do think that the way he was selling the place to us (almost pleading) that it could only mean one thing. Obviously his wife is very sick and he needed the commission from the sale to fund the very expensive but life saving operation so as he wouldn't lose his wife of forty five years!
How can I deny any loving couple this? Am struggling to sleep at night without the help of a decent sized gin and tonic!
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you are too soft to be in the property business, thank god dave is sensible! you would end up buying some shite hole because someone spent you a sob story!! you are way too nice for your own good! but then again thats why i love ya!!
Mornin' Princess or should I say afternoon ? You will find the place of your dreams but glad that you are not buying the first one you see (remember the money pit). We are looking after a dalmatian doggy called Molly who has one blue eye and one brown eye she is 3 years old she is very good, doesn't bark and is house trained, we have got her for one more week. love you absolutely bucket loads Sparkle x x x x x x x x x x x x x
Wow chixter. What a fantastic site will be back on tomoz to write some stuff. Good luck with the purchase. Hope you find a wonderful house in the country and then when we come to visit you can come running to meet us like in little house on the prairie. I didn't realise how hard prairie is to spell untill I tried and should until only have one l in it. Methinks so well must be off. Haven't slept in days days days. Where did that echo come from. Lol.xxx
No its not its 23.12
It isn't it's 23.12
Alright I get it Australian time. Anyone been watching the cricket xxx
Right I've been in too many chat rooms. Night guys.
I'm like this with answer machines as well. Never know when to shut up.
Night then
Or morning in Austalia. Hope you all slept well. Have a good day at work. Or if you've just come home. Hope you had a lovely time.
I don't get out much.
Night night then Frankie. Hugs to your ladies. Will definately try and aim for the Laura Ingles look when it comes to the house. You'll just have to watch out for the snakes when you're running through the long grass!!
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