There has been a bit of activity next door as Jen gets her unit in shape for renting. A boyfriend came with a truck to cart stuff away, her father arrived to sort out some issues. Then a team of cleaners descended on the place followed by someone to shampoo the carpet. That last crowd left the air conditioner on, I suppose to help dry out the dampness. Then quietness descended.
Yesterday, a small white car drove up with a strange notice painted on the side - @home. It was a realestate person, who spent an hour or so in the unit before driving away. Perhaps they were doing a survey or waiting for a prospective client who didn't turn up. I'm not nosy but ...
I looked at their website and found the unit listed for rent, for a weekly cost of $460! What? This is a 2-bedroom unit in a country town in Tasmania, for goodness sake. Who would pay that sort of money? I suppose we should be pleased because the prospective renters will likely be a couple who both work, rather than a single-income family with a couple of kids and a stay-at-home mum. Anyway, the main worry is that Jamie might want to move Marilyn and me into a caravan and rent out our place. $460 .. it's madness.
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