Ok, as everyone knows, and probably is sick of hearing about, we are trying to sell our property at Aldinga Beach. For months and months this prick of a place has been for sale, and despite many nibbles, no one is prepared to put their signature down to take this weight from around our necks. We slashed the price by $15,000 dollars 2 weeks ago, and still have no result.

So it was a heartbreaking phonecall from the real estate agent to tell us that a couple came into the house yesterday and were in love with the place, and were coming back this morning to put in an offer. Except that on thier way to place said offer, they came by the house again to do a cursory check of the roller door height, found that thier beloved caravan wouldn't fit under, and promptly changed thier minds. So here we are again, another monday without a signature. Next weekend is a long weekend so 3/8ths of fuck all chance of selling it then, so probably at least another 2 weeks of stress ahead. All the while wigglebum is gestating at an unrelenting rate, just waiting to come out and put some more pressure on our already tenuous financial position.

FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

What the bloody hell do we have to do to move this joint! For the love of God! Its big, near a park, near the beach and now selling for less than it would cost to build! We are virtually giving the place away, and still no-one wants it. Is this some kind of character test? Did I seriously fuck off the Karma gods or something? Dangnabit!

Furthermore, for some unknown reason, the second brew from the D&S brewery is a total disaster, and Floyd managed to grab his teeth into the frame of the dog door cover I built and pull it with enough force to pull half of it off despite 9 screws and liquid nails. I fixed his little red wagon now though, lets see him pull it off against 12 75mm screws, aided by steel brackets as well.

And now, after that little rant, some boob humour. Enjoy