Author: Pauline Campbell

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A Tale of an Auction – final chapter – the Auction or whatever can go wrong will go wrong.

With the onset of Spring, flowering trees and newly budding shrubs and creepers in neighbouring yards and on back fences, began to bloom, spilling violet canopies over every nook and rickety fence, exuding blossomy smells which wafted across, mingling with the coffee and exotic spices from nearby restaurants. This added colour and interest from people strolling by, who paused to admire.

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A Tale of an Auction Chapter 3 – The Board

From the local agents. Who managed the property. The property where our board now hung, in all its glossy glory. The local agents we had rejected –for one NOT FROM THE AREA. in all the excitement of being involved and contributing, we had failed to note the FOR LEASE sign and the fact that the little tailor man WAS NOT THE OWNER of the building. There goes the non-presuming rule. Never presume! We had presumed he was. He was not! He rented the premises from the local agent – the one we had rejected – the one whose office was right next door.

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A Tale of an Auction Chapter 2 The Agent

Details of the Carlton apartment, indicating our desire to sell were faxed to approximately 12 real estate agents. A few locals had already shown interest and these early appraisals fell well below our expectations. However, we were ready, had our fingers on the pulse. Research was conducted. We read all the property pages with gusto, attended a few auctions and were confident of a good outcome. After all, this was cosmopolitan Carlton, Little Italy, in the backyard of Lygon Street, with all amenities right at the doorstep. Buyers would be beating a path to our door.

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The final rule of moving house how to upset the neighbours number 1

Our first Christmas in the house, I wrapped a couple of little puddings in tinsel, quite expensive little puddings and placed them carefully in boxes with coloured ribbons, handwriting “ Merry Christmas “ and their respective names on cards. Mr. G placed them gently in both letterboxes that night. Maybe not so gently he mentioned later. It was a peace offering and I thought it would go a small way to helping. Nothing was ever said about that gesture.