The house next door, which this morning sold for – gulp
– just a tad less than half a million dollars.
(Picture nicked from the real estate agent’s site)
This morning the house next door was up for auction. I listened from my balcony. It’s a nice house, a lovely house in fact, on a very big block. I haven’t looked inside, but if you believe what the real estate agent claimed (and I heard no scoffing or shouts of outrage at blatant lies) then it’s quite nice inside too.
Eventually, I’d love to remove myself from the influence of my landlady, by buying my own place – and I’d love to buy in this neck of the woods. So I listened to the auction. That house went for four hundred and ninety-six thousand dollars. Hooooooly shit. Well I’d better get saving.
Tonight I was pondering if I should cook or just go get a pizza. Technology being what it is, I looked on ICQ and the only person online to ask was Owen in London. He reckoned pizza, which was a good answer, so that’s what I did.
Gotta love technology.