The unexpectedly large “closing cost” of $18,000 USD had just dropped into our lap and I wondered what more the condo gods could do to us. Where was Lady Luck when you really, really needed her?
We returned to Victoria with our minds whirling. On the plane, I did sums on sick bags to see whether I had forgotten some little cave stuffed with money. No, sadly, I was right the first time. The cupboard was bare (too many metaphors perhaps, but I was under some strain).
Then it happened. While we were preoccupied with our troubles, the Canadian . . .
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