HouseHunting: Can someone lend me $1.3million (and some cortisone)?

I have all these itches that I’m dying to scratch.

Remember my bizarre head lump? The one the doctor stared at blankly and failed to diagnose? My hairdresser reckons it’s psoriasis. (Not growing a unicorn horn as Sprog 1 so whimsically suggested, sadly.) I’m not quite sure why I had to go to a salon for a diagnosis, but I’m now in possession of some rather expensive cleansers, toners, conditioners and oils.

I thought they might have seen me coming, but a fellow school mum and decade-long psoriasis sufferer reckons they’re the business.

I am lazy and not the type for 4-step programs so the expensive bottles are sitting unopened in my ensuite, while I spend my days (and nights) resisting the urge to scrabble at my scalp.

The other bit of me itching are my feet (fortunately not my palms). Not a skin condition this time, but a bad case of property wanderlust.

I’ve seen this nondescript house in west Roseville – of all places – and I am MADLY IN LOVE. It’s my own little country property in the city – soooooo much potential on a massive block backing onto a reserve. Plenty of room for a pool, lots of chooks, a blow-up slide like my niece had for her birthday party on Saturday …

What the agent says: “This 1950’s double brick bungalow will appeal to growing families and nature lovers. Located on over 2300 m² of gently sloping land, this architecturally designed house is set in a tranquil bushland setting. It has a wide northerly aspect, wonderful gardens both front and rear. It directly adjoins Blue Gum Park bushland reserve that has extensive walking opportunities.”

So, if you have a spare $1.3million hanging around that you can lend me, I’d be extremely grateful.

I want this place BAAAAAAAAAD.

Check it out by clicking here.