EFFIE BATEMAN | BRISBANE| CONTACT
An impromptu family lunch has brought up some suppressed rage courtesy of a couple of bottles of cheap port, it’s reported.
The Tomlinson household had convened for a chat over some Brie cheese and water crackers, when the topic soon changed from social niceties about nieces and nephews, to past regrets.
“We had the opportunity to buy in the French Quarter,” says Denise, glaring at her husband.
“But Phil wanted to buy northside.”
“Said nobody wants a bloody workers cottage Denise.”
“It would’ve been worth over a million now.”
Though the empty nesters have very little money worries and a considerable amount of assets, including a mortgage-free house and two Subarus, Denise still felt as though she’d been robbed.
Denise’s father, an octogenarian who was able to retire comfortably at age 52, agreed with his daughter that both generations had been shafted as neither had a single investment property.
“Your mum and I wanted to buy somewhere close to the city but the bank wouldn’t lend us any more money.”
“Bloody assholes.”
When the youngest of the family, Ben, piped up that at least they’d been able to raise a household on a single income and never had to face the atrocities of accumulating a debt that was grossly disproportionate to their wage, he was reportedly met with stunned silence.
More to come.
