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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Reportage on the weekendage that occured seven days ago

Last Saturday afternoon the Baron and I bought a house. That's good news, true, but even worse than that - it's embarrassing news. How am I going to admit it to everybody? Friends are visiting from Perth at the moment; I still haven't broken the news to them. Perhaps if we break it to them gently - sit them down, speak in very calming and reassuring voices - everything will be all right. Even so, admitting to something like this creates a certain expectation: every time they visit from now on, they'll be expecting a new dramatic announcement, like, 'oh, we bought the royal yacht', or, 'oh, we've opened up an antique wig emporium', or, 'by the way, I am wearing gold-laced underwear'. So you see the embarrassment inherent in the situation.

But anyway, house-buying! Who would have thought this was going to happen, hey? When we were tromping around Lalor, going to other auctions (we went to three auctions on the day), I was secretly afraid that we would accidentally bid for a house, and accidentally buy it. (You know, by unintentionally chewing our thumb* in a way that the real estate agent would construe as a $1 million bid, or something like that. I'm sure it's happened before.) Accidentally buying a house would be rather expensive. And of course embarrassing. Even more embarrassing and accidental than intentionally buying a house and then accidentally admitting to it, say, on a blog. Hmmm.

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Let me rephrase this post.

Last Sunday morning I accidentally stepped in something the cat puked on the carpet. It put certain matters of a general nature neatly into perspective.

*Yes, we have only one thumb between us. We share. Sharing is caring.

8 comments:

Mitzi G Burger said...

Mazel tov!

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Thanks, Mitz.

Highlight from the auctioneer's patter, "... and a magnificent renovated kitchen with a gigantic oven. Ladies, you'll be able to bake up a storm!" [Withering looks from ladies.] "Or your husbands can." [That's right, a free husband with every property purchase.]

Ann O'Dyne said...

OH!! Squire WillTypeForFood!

Bless all who may sail in her, and into the magnificent renovated kitchen with huge oven and room for a pony.

Please accept my virtual housewarming gift of the Royal Alberts with the periwinkle blue flowers.

I am so happy for youse.

TimT said...

Oh splendid. Not so sure about the pony though, it might eat the Royal Alberts... Thanks Mitzi, Ann O.

TimT said...

Aaaaaand I just realised that Royal Alberts were china plates.

No idea why the pony would eat THEM, but then again, I'm not a horse. Another reason not to keep a pony, I say.

Steve said...

Better a Royal Albert than a Prince Albert, anyway, don'T you agree, Tim?

dogimo said...

Congratulations on a house you bought! That's a major step. It's equivalent to buying like, between a dozen and twenty cars, in terms of the sheer commitment involved.

TimT said...

True, though you can't drive a house as far as 30 cars. But you can generally put more nice flowers around it, so it all balances out I suppose.

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