Actually...
My MOST expensive weekend would have to be when I was looking to move from London back up Norf and my Mum rang me and said she'd seen a rather nice house round the corner from her and would I like her to set up a viewing?
I couldn't get up that weekend so I said to her she could just go and look.
she rang me after viewing it, said she thought I'd probably like it, but there was another couple arriving to look as she was leaving, so I rang the agent and told them to sell it to me.
They couldn't believe I wasn't even bothering to look at it but like all good whores, sorry, Estate Agents, were more than happy to relieve me of my cash.
Although, if you think about it logically, it was also a cheap weekend as I bought the house with the obscene and totally unjustified profit from my flat in London so technically it cost me fuck all. And I don't give a shit if house prices fall as I'll always have a 'free' gaff to live in.
Cher-ching!!
( Sallyrsm, Sat 15 May 2010, 20:18, Reply)