Overheard on the train to Katoomba:

Girl: My mother was pregnant when she married my father.

Other girl: Mine too. I think she got pregnant so my dad would marry her.

Today we consorted with our grown-up friends, who have children and houses on the North Shore: Piers, Tash, Bill, Anna, Thalia, Brad, Carolyn and Brigid. Last Friday we spent five hours in Corelli Cafe in Newtown with our young-at-heart friends who live in the Inner West: Big, Moira, Adrian, Sam, Kay, Kelso, Paula and Jason. But even there the conversation was all about rising property values. Sydneysiders only agree on one thing: it’s not called real estate for nothing.

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