So today I started the official house hunting and went to an open house that on paper looked pretty good. But they always do don't they? Inside it was OK, pretty basic, no built in wardrobes, but a really big pantry off the kitchen was a bonus, looking out the window to the back yard and I commented on how big the garden was.
That's when the agent dropped the bombshell, the bogan bombshell. What I assumed was a garage was a granny flat, it looked like a lean to had been cobbled onto the back of the existing garage and was a total dump.Then the 'grannies' came out. Bogans one and all, there were 3 of them, no shoes and loads a tattoos, living up to the stereotype.
Out of politeness to the agent (she had to rent this lemon after all) I had a look round all the rooms, made the right noises and scampered out of there before she could ask if I was interested.
Well one down, many more over priced dumps to go in the hunt for a new place to live. Maybe we should save the cost of the move and the hassle of packing and unpacking and just stay here. Better the bogan you know...