The easiest money I've ever made...
15 February 2005, 04:18
No, no, no I didn’t go into St Kilda on the weekend for the hinky business, not at all. Rather, I popped into my local branch of The Bank last week, which ahem, just happens to be in my building and asked for a cool few hundred thou to purchase a home. Just like that.
I was expecting to have to produce 10 forms of id, my last few years salary slips and to have to prove I wasn’t $10,000 in debt. What I wasn’t expecting was for the mortgage dude to ring me up the next day and say, “You’re pre-approved”. We-we-we’re what? It was frightening how frikkin’ easy it was. And I’d just popped in to get an idea of what the Bank was offering. OK. The staff discount was v. appealing, but hell, I’m easy pleased.
No doubt our weekends will now be filled with house-hunting. Shoot me now.
In other news, our irrepressible and frustratingly good-looking friends, The Davies have pooped out (sorry, that was meant to be popped) a baby girl at Midday today. Hurrah! A Valentines Baby. Of course, I fucked up and failed to ask the name and weight (although I did get the time) of the prodigal spawn. And I call myself a good friend.
And because today is THE Day of (hideouslycommercialised & greedilyguiltcrammed) LOVE, I leave you with a photo of my Husband and I the day we first met, June 20, 1999 (about half an hour after I asked him, “You’re not a fucking Pisces are you?). Yes, Husband is usually blonde and no, I’m not holding a cigarette…
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