Method acting

As I was walking down to one of the little shops near our house that sells hippie-type clothing (still searching for the perfect outfits for tomorrow) I noticed that the big house down the road which has been on the market for the past few months was having an open house. Smiling mischievously, I flew home to tell Denise. This house started off at $1.7m when it first went on the market, and had no offers whatsoever. It doesn't look that big from the outside, and although Kerrisdale is a good location, it is bang opposite the big high school here, so the road outside the front of the house is clogged with cars twice a day and all the kids can see into the front room. We had often wondered why they were trying to sell the house for such a high price, and now we had the chance to look...

Tarting ourselves up to look as if we had money (ok, just so we didn't look like slobs really), we stalked down to the open house in our best rich kid manner, and went in. I reasoned that this was good for acting practice. Having picked up the particulars in the kitchen (where there was wine, cheese and biscuits, and a rather loaded-looking real estate agent), we discovered that the house is now going for a mere $1.5m. Bargain! Putting on my best high class British accent, I agreed with the agent that yes, house prices in Britain were extortionate, and did nothing to dispel his impression that somehow we had a million pound house in some area of London. This was despite the fact that we had to take our shoes off to look round the house, and in my haste at getting dressed I had completely odd socks on, looking more like a student than a millionaire.

The first thing Denise pointed out was that the vacuum system was built in, meaning that you just plug the hose into a custom socket in each room, rather than dragging a hoover around the house. In addition the kitchen is lush, there are three fireplaces in the house, built-in closets galore, 5 bathrooms, 6 bedrooms, and a complete apartment in the basement (which kicked the arse of our basement suite any day!). Denise was particularly taken with the under-cabinet lighting in the bathrooms, which was cool in a rich way. We made a pact that if we win the lottery, we're buying that house. Even if it is opposite a load of kids.

On leaving the house, the agent casually enquired which one of us was looking to buy? My parents, I told him, what with the exchange rate being as it was. Dollar signs ringing in his eyes, he bade us goodbye.... and we headed down the road to have a burger and chips for $10 at the greasy spoon! Now I feel kind of sick, but I think I'm coming down with something. Good timing, as usual.

Before the burger joint, we stopped off at a little boutique, where I found the perfect dress for the second of my film scenes tomorrow (a hippie wedding). I'll see if I can get a picture of me in it later. Think pink and brown, with huge flowers, spaghetti straps, and a pink bow round a high waist. Oh yes, the seventies are back.... Then on to the dollar store, where I found some lurid headbands and wrist bands. I am really getting into this hippie thing! Let's hope more films need hippies. I was going to take the bus tomorrow, but we start at 7am and I can't bring myself to walk through downtown in red cords and a bright orange top, so the car it is....