Steph was kind enough to leave a comment about ‘day-to-day life being captivating through my eyes’ – I was (and am) quite flattered. My days aren’t usually quite as eventful as they could be, but it seems today has thrown the contrary.
My sister moved in today – I will post about my wonderful previous housemate as a kind of commemoration thing but will wait until I upload a photo first. The short of it all, is that my housemate Isobelle is going to Thailand for three months and thus has moved out.
Laura, my sister (and my twin might I add – no I am not joking) moved in today. So Geoff and Tim and I spent this morning helping her move furniture from one suburb to the one a few over.
About lunch-time I received a distress call from Paul (Geoff’s housemate) trying to get on to Geoff, it turns out that in the time it took for Paul to wander down the street to get a pie was all the time it for a burst water pipe in the upstairs bathroom of my future house, to leak through the floor and into the kitchen downstairs. When I say leak, I mean quite extensively… through downlights and the like enough to soak several towels through and more.
Geoff and I eventually got there (Paul scurried off to a conference at church – he did turn the water and power off) to be met by three individuals who’d had a little too much to drink, one of them was graciously pissing on the back fence. No huge dramas there, but still not overly pleasant.
Found the number for real-estate agent, and the landlord – whom we’ve never met – turns out to be a builder. He rocked up with his electrician friend all of 20 minutes later and checked everything out. So the plumber was to show at 6:30pm (we assume Paul’s taken care of that) and a guy came to dry the carpets out and Geoff is now staying here tonight (remember Laura’s here now so it’s all okay), you cannot possibly sleep with two massive fans that have to run 24/7 (carpets).
So my tale of woe (or drama) and overuse of brackets () should conclude there but I still haven’t mentioned that I came out to my car later on and found that my driver-side lock had been mauled by someone trying to get in so I now have to do an ‘Analise’ and open my driver side from the passenger seat or crawl across. I am not impressed. I’d have rather they taken my bomby old 1986 Corolla – I’d have liked the insurance money.
There it is. Captivating? Maybe not, but certainly full of excitement. Oh for a quiet Saturday. I am tired and still haven’t done half the homework I should have, Geoff is asleep behind me and I’m thinking that bed too sounds like a kind and certainly more gentle proposition.