Thanks, Great Uncle Jefferson. An entire apartment block is exactly what I have always wanted.

Yes, OBVIOUSLY I’m being sarcastic. What am I supposed to do with this thing?? Is this because I didn’t visit him enough? I’m afraid that’s what he gets when he chooses to live in the Blue Mountains, in a remote town that’s dangerous to reach even for most cars. He was wealthy enough to hire a fleet of helicopters; maybe we could’ve had a ride?

And now he’s left me a big, grey, decaying, damp lump of concrete. Well, first thing I need to do is get onto some property solicitors. Melbourne has plenty of large pieces of property that have been left to rot and are pretty dire. Not sure they will have heard the ‘slightly vengeful Great Uncle left it to me in his will and I’m pretty sure he did it just to burden me with the responsibility’ story. And yet, that is my sad tale. I had a wander through the other day and it’s pretty bad. I think people used to live there, but it was evacuated after they discovered asbestos in the walls. The good news is that all the asbestos is gone, while the bad news is that it wasn’t repopulated, so now it’s a sad little hovel surrounded by other, nicer apartment blocks.

I don’t know…maybe this is a challenge. I’ll have to ask the lawyers for more information about his wishes. Great Uncle Jefferson saw something in me, and is looking at my efforts to find property lawyers and make something of this lump of concrete. He wants me to turn it into a hotel, or a weird, oddly-shaped mansion. But then, he could’ve at least left me the number for a good commercial business firm. Melbourne is the kind of city where the old buildings all have a story to tell. Most of the other family members got money, or summer homes. I’m the only one who got a tough business challenge.

-Clay