The only thing better than condescending advice is advice that was unsolicited. Mash the two together and you end up with such a fun combo, which is currently my reality. The in-laws have come to stay, and Maureen is just adamant that she knows the property market despite hardly ever leaving her house. I didn’t even think they were going to make it out here from Christmas Hills, and I was all ready to celebrate the holiday season with just our immediate family. What a shame, so sad, maybe next time.

I don’t know where she managed to find all this energy, but I’m honestly less than thrilled. It’s an odd time of the year to be looking to move, and I really didn’t need Maureen’s advice on…anything, actually, but especially this. Call in one of those buyers advocates! Melbourne is a cutthroat business and you need someone to help you navigate! The property ladder is getting worse by the day!

Thank you, Maureen. I remember your advice quite well from when you were advising Sarah not to marry a ‘farm boy’. Well, I’m an inner-city dweller right now, I’ve done very well for myself and my family and now you have nothing to latch onto. It must really burn that I turned out successful. Now we have them staying in the guest bedroom, advising us as to Melbourne’s buyer advocate scene because I think Maureen has been to one of her social groups and someone must’ve mentioned it. Maybe Agatha, because she gets brought up ALL the time.

If I want to go and find a property advocate around Melbourne somewhere, I will. If I do not, I will not. I don’t take Maureen’s advice on a matter of principle. After all, she tried to advice against our marriage…and that turned out just fine.

-Spencer