On Saturday I went to Semmi to look at an older apartment on the Esplanade. My Mum used to clean one of the apartments years ago but I had never been inside. The unit is what you would call a fixer upper. Lots and lots of TLC will be needed to bring it back to make it livable. The bathroom is unfortunate to say the least. The sink and bath are the most revolting pink. The tiles are several shades of pink, each a little more revolting than the next. The sun-room needs relining. All the carpet and revolting lino need to be pulled up as underneath there may or may not be jarrah floors. I really don't think that the place has been done up since the fifties. The kitchen is extremely basic and has cupboards in it that were perhaps made in the late fifties early sixties. I have seen fixer uppers before but this is particularly dreadful.
The place is neither Strata or Torrens title but a Company title. I suppose that everyone has a share in the company. Evidently once you make your offer you have to meet the other owners to see if you are acceptable and that you personally have to live there not rent it out to 'unsuitable' tenants. I have heard that this practice applies in Springfield but Semaphore; really.
The other thing I found quite confronting was that the backyard is shared as is the laundry with lovely modern washing machine and a clothes line across the yard. I am sure that the lowest person on the totem gets told when they get to wash. Personally I would get a laundry installed in the bathroom but then there is still the problem of hanging the washing out.
Anyway, I came, I saw, I racked off. Herbie and I went for a lovely walk and paddle on the beach and then we bought an ice-cream. The ice-cream was the best part. I know Herbie loved it.
When I win the lottery Herbie and I will live at the beach but not at 1/50 Esplanade Semaphore.
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