"Hey Matt, how's the house hunting going?"
"Oh, still looking. Trouble is, house prices are going up faster than I can save and I'm always behind the curve."
"Yes it is a problem." Pause. "Of course, we bought our first house for 20p, three hundred years ago, and now it's almost certainly worth millions."
I smile, gently filing this information away in the same place I keep all the records of people who've said: 'Oh you'll just know when she comes along'. I'm not sure what else to do with it.
I'm very pleased that people long ago had such wonderful luck to find massive houses for relatively not much money. Have a lovely retirement, won't you. But those halcyon days are gone.
Ah, I'm only grumpy because the perfect house came along today. It would have scored over 90 on the matrix with its exquisite garden, its unusual space and its light airy feel. Perfect location as well and beautiful on the inside and out! Oh, and I forgot to mention, about 30% above my range.
I don't know why Rightmove keep sending me these unreachable palaces. It's like taking a student trip around Oxford University and then being told that people like you will never be clever enough to go there.
I checked my filter and it's not wrong - I think the people at Rightmove must have targets.
Meanwhile, after me ranting yesterday about Windows for Seniors, someone somewhere must have heard me aligning myself with the silver surfers. It seems the computer algorithm has emailed all the estate agents in Reading about retirement properties on my behalf! I keep getting emails thanking me for enquiring about 'presentable bungalows for assisted living' and 'elegant flats' in 'complexes'.
I'm not there yet.
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