Life for Lola

It's all doom and gloom with the property market, boom and considerable bust. On my way to work this morning I passed a new development of luxury apartments (cheaply built flats with paper thin walls) and thought to myself as I looked at the marketing hoardings how they would have to change things as the recession looms like a 'funny cousin' at a family funeral. Around the building site they have erected aspirational pictures of young people enjoying a life of success after buying one of the apartments. A fella reads the paper with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, he has his feet up, hair 'messy trendy' and a relaxed smile on his face. Another one shows a woman, thin and gorgeous about to press the plunger down on her coffee pot. I'll give her plunge, I'd like to see her face when she's plunged into debt with a mortgage twenty times her salary and the Avon catalogue lady knocking at her door! Let's see these pictures! Faces of horror and remorse! A letter box piled high with credit card statements, a cupboard that is bare! Hmmm.