When we came to see this property, we had four kids with us: our three and an extra. Stepford Husband and I were quietly excited because we had seen this house on the internet real estate guide and loved it but it had been completely out of our reach. However, it sat on the market for too long in the drought and the price had taken a big drop, so out we trekked to see it in the flesh … wood.
An enormous mound of dirt had been heaped to the side of the place, where the two water tanks had been put in 10 years before, so while the Agent showed us through the house, the kids all played on the dirt heap. Those kids never set foot in the house in the hour that we were there. Stepford Husband and I meanwhile kept our poker faces on to hide our excitement as we walked through, commenting on the strong smell of cigarette smoke and the strange colored walls. I didn’t let out a “YEEP” of joy at the view of snow covered mountains out the kitchen sink window, and I chewed my cheeks to stop smiling at the huge slow combustion fire. I’m telling you we played it coooool. Dude.
“What do you think?” asked the Agent. Stepford Husband and I looked at each other and shrugged. We were so perfectly in sync, so perfectly choreographed. We were a team. So, it was a shame the ruse was ruined when we stepped outside and our three kids and the extra, came running over screaming “THIS PLACE IS THE BEST!! WE HAVE TO BUY IT. IT HAS A DIRT PILE!!” Ah yes, thanks kids.
The dirt-pile is called Ayers Rock because it bears a similar shape to its namesake. And it has provided our kids and visiting kids with hours of fun…