hunting & grazing

This morning, Malc & I went house-hunting for home no. 2. We started the day enthusiastically, with a list of properties carefully selected from the internet.

Unit no 1. Malc went alone (I was having a massage), Malc said he really liked the place BUT, the list price jumped overnight by $95,000 from the price listed on the webpage!

Unit no 2. Nice, roomy and quiet . . . except for the newly-laid, but cheap-looking carpet.

Unit no. 3. We arrived in front of the building, there was a guy in a suit on his mobile phone, seemingly unaware of our presence. 'Is he the agent?' Malc & I wondered. We rang the real estate office, it turned our Mr Suit was the agent, so after finally getting his attention, he herded us to the lift, pressed the floor and then stepped out! We were still recovering from the shock when the lift doors opened and we tentatively stepped out and found our way to the unit for sale. The agent showing off the unit was no better, handing out pamplets without much enthusiasm.

What a way to sell! These agents want us to part with our life-savings and a substantial portion of our income for the next 25 years and they couldn't even show a little bit of concern to their prospective buyers.

The morning's trauma was eased by brunch at our neighbourhood cafe, Cafe On Pyrmont (17 Pyrmont Bridge Rd, Pyrmont ph (02) 9571 9500). They serve an all-day breakfast meal of bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, hash browns, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee/tea for $8.