Another of those phone calls today.

The whining toady on the line did his best to convince me I could make a fortune buying up cheap land. Once they get planning permission, I could sell it again for a massive profit.

Now, if this simpering idiot has cheap land that's about to become expensive land, why does he want to sell it to me?

Simple. There's no chance of planning permission. None at all. The land is a bit of industrial wasteland somewhere, and it's worth less than he wanted me to pay.

I told him I'd take ten plots, to send all the information to me at this address, and to phone this number back next week.

I'm moving out tomorrow.