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guts and garters

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Friday, June 20, 2003

For lunch, I had some (more) toast and vegemite, some sultanas, and a mug of hot chocolate. Yes Mum, of course I'm looking after myself.

I also had half a dozen phone calls to real estate agents, and I now understand why most people will go out of their way to run one over. Annoying persons.

"That's a serviced apartment." Well, why does it say, 'Live the high life' on the advertisement?

"Our Melbourne office handles that property." What are you, the Timbuktu office?

Me: Is this property open for inspection?
Her: Yes. But look, we have lots of properties open for inspection.
Me: Can you tell me when -
Her: Your best bet is to get the Age property guide tomorrow.
Me: Yes, but -
Her: Can you do that? Good good. Bye!

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