G'Day,
Today we looked at a house. We came home and made an offer which was gazumped just a few hours later. The house itself was quite a good size but in original condition even right down to the curtains, shag pile 1970's carpets and wall paper. It did need a LOT of work doing to it. We have thought better of it and given up on that one. I have spent tonight and last night on the puter looking at houses for sale on the south side of Canberra. The market is so competitive at the moment with several lots of buyers all putting in offers for each house. So prices are beginning to go up again and the real estate agents are having fun playing prospective buyers off against each other and vying for better prices for their clients.
On Monday we went to Wagga for my husband's Uncle Kevin's funeral. When we were there we got a phone call from Brian, our landlord, saying that he is putting this house we are living in up for sale. It is beyond our price range so we have to start looking for a house to either buy or to rent elsewhere. I hate moving and it would be much nicer if we could move into a home and have the money we put into it actually go back to benefit ourselves rather than pay off someone else's mortgage. It is such a big step to take though. We have a deposit and could probably get a loan o.k. but the repayments are so expensive now days. Scary stuff eh? A modest house with the features I would like comes to nearly half a million dollars in Canberra now.
I should buy more lottery tickets.
I am a dreamer but not necessarily a risk taker. I should have done this over a year ago when we first moved here. The prices have steadily kept going up here despite the financial crisis experienced in other places. The market is very competitive. There was a minor housing price slump here but the market has recovered.
This Tuesday I started cleaning another house. She is the school principal at one of the schools I clean and is a very nice lady. Her house is close by so I thought I would give it a go. I was also asked could I clean another house for one of the teachers at another school but I let that one go because I don't want to get too tied up working every morning as well as each afternoon. I have turned down a few private jobs now, I could end up with too much work otherwise. But on the other hand it is nice to know that people are noticing I can do good work. I guess that is why I get asked.
This afternoon when I got to one of the schools to start work there was a shoe party. A pair of purple leather boots immediately caught my eye and I thought Ooh! But I ordered a nice pair of bright red leather, pointy toed flatties. I can't wear heels. I usually just buy black when it comes to shoes so red shoes is a step away from my usual boring style. The boots had heels, so I couldn't have them. The idea of the shoe party was you look at the styles, try on the sizes then choose the colour and finish and have them delivered to order. Lots of the shoes I look at in the shops are just so unsuitable for me, they are the wrong shape and uncomfortable so it was nice to find something that wasn't and I could order to suit.
Other trivia from my boring life;
I booked Rufus into the vets next Wednesday to have his nasty little doggie bits snipped. He won't be happy, it has been a long time coming, but it needs to be done to stop some male behaviors that are very annoying and unacceptable.
Males...... don't get me started on that subject.They are fascinated, from the time that they discover they have an appendage between their legs, with what they can make it do, and the fascination pretty well lasts.... for the rest of their lives. He he.
I know these things! I have spent most of my adult life cleaning up after them.
What would we do without our men. Love em', hate em', can't live without em'.
Ah well it is late and I should get some shut eye very very soon so I can jump back up and do it all again tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Love Linda.