By Beatrice Kelly. the Age 23 July 2015
Thirty-odd years ago when I was in my mid 30s, I saw an advertisement for a free financial counselling session at an inner-city community centre. I was interested: first, because the counsellor bore the same name as a dear brother of mine, a hopeless financial manager whom my father had bailed out more than once. But less flippantly, I wanted to buy my own place...
"There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort."
