Yeah, okay… Let’s do a little maths, shall we?
Property. It’s the topic that all New Zealand conversation naturally descends to. From board rooms to bars to Ubers, all roads lead to property chat.
“House prices in Auckland up 2000%(!)…In a pandemic! OMG!!!”. etc etc.
It won’t surprise anyone, therefore, that the small talk at a recent function sank to property. I was enjoying a convivial conversation with an older lady I had just met. We were discussing our kids (her grandkids), and she asked which school mine would be attending.
An innocent enough question but, in hindsight, one I didn’t anticipate would lead where it did.
I gave a light answer; I said it wasn’t up to me. It would depend on where we were living at the time.
She then followed up with a rather silly question.
She asked, “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t you just buy into the school zone you want to send your kids to?”.
And there it was; our segway into property.
I looked at her for a moment, trying to gauge if she was having me on. The confused ‘why the fuck are you staring at me like that?’ look on her face told me she wasn’t. She obviously hadn’t understood the broad…
