Real Estate 101

Mick and I went to Maitland about a month ago so he could find a house to buy. We stayed at the Metropolitan Hotel, fab deco pub full of afternoon alcoholics; i.e. no drunken teenagers and few clues to our real relationship; this was eventually unravelled by a soon-to-be-cancer-widow who was blowing her hubbie's money on the pokies. She also took her wig off at one point to illisutrate her owb battles and point out that, whlie we're gay and perhaps inclined to trouble, we ain't seen nothing.
Anyway, our days were spent in Mick's car, having gathered the addresses for potential homes.
Some were dismissed purely on the terms of the feral neighbours we drove past or the general sense of ‘floodiness’.
Maitland’s a little floody.

Anyway, we found the perfect little three-bedroom cottage – circa 1870 –eat-in kitchen, toolshed, double garage, chook enclosure, too good to be true.

The ever-so-helpful souls at Tony Cant Real Estate are apparently still failing to tell people that the place is fairly riddled with white ants:



Lucky Mick didn't post that deposit check.
We’re still looking..