More joyous tidings (NOT)
Urgh. I have a cold; it came as a sore throat on Monday afternoon, was probably not helped by the orchestral rehearsal in the evening, and I spent half of yesterday in bed. I'm at work today, so I've gotten some stuff done, but otherwise I'M NOT HAPPY, JAN.
On Monday I received a nice call from the real estate agent who manages our lease; the owner had apparently hit the roof about the state that our unit was left in on the weekend, so I wrote this rant as a way of relieving my system. I imagine if I actually intend sending the letter the flames will have to be extinguished!
I suppose the good news is that Emma had a look at a place last night, and despite it being a really weird house in some ways, it has the following positives:
* Only $40 more per week than where we currently are, which will immediately be recouped as...
* It's only three minutes walk from my work (no more daily commuting on public transport!)
* Lots more space, and probably a good party venue (MUCSters, take note)
* It has a SAUNA! (snowgrouse, you know what that means!) It's alleged to be non-operational at the moment but if we get the place we'll soon fix that.
So we put in our application forms this morning, and we should know whether it'll be ours by the end of the week.
Curiously, Emma showed me the agent's card, which told me his name was... Peter Daicos! The conversation then went a bit like:
Me: What, Peter Daicos? Was it actually him?
Emma: Who's Peter Daicos?
Me: The champion footballer, you know ... (even if he did play for Collingwood... ukk!)
[Emma protests not knowing anything about Australian rules.]
Oh and, apropros of nothing at all, I've written an essay on the logistics of performing Havergal Brian's symphonies. Nothing to do with any future performances...
On Monday I received a nice call from the real estate agent who manages our lease; the owner had apparently hit the roof about the state that our unit was left in on the weekend, so I wrote this rant as a way of relieving my system. I imagine if I actually intend sending the letter the flames will have to be extinguished!
I suppose the good news is that Emma had a look at a place last night, and despite it being a really weird house in some ways, it has the following positives:
* Only $40 more per week than where we currently are, which will immediately be recouped as...
* It's only three minutes walk from my work (no more daily commuting on public transport!)
* Lots more space, and probably a good party venue (MUCSters, take note)
* It has a SAUNA! (snowgrouse, you know what that means!) It's alleged to be non-operational at the moment but if we get the place we'll soon fix that.
So we put in our application forms this morning, and we should know whether it'll be ours by the end of the week.
Curiously, Emma showed me the agent's card, which told me his name was... Peter Daicos! The conversation then went a bit like:
Me: What, Peter Daicos? Was it actually him?
Emma: Who's Peter Daicos?
Me: The champion footballer, you know ... (even if he did play for Collingwood... ukk!)
[Emma protests not knowing anything about Australian rules.]
Oh and, apropros of nothing at all, I've written an essay on the logistics of performing Havergal Brian's symphonies. Nothing to do with any future performances...