Well the boxes are just about unpacked and the spare room is looking halfway decent(ish) again, which is just as well because my sister and her boyfriend are coming to visit tomorrow night.
The really good news is that the real estate agent managed to find some people to move into the other flat over the weekend, so don’t have to pay any more rent on it. Mind you, it took about three hours of solid professional cleaning (thanks Mum) to get it into a state where I’d get my bond back. Maybe they were being fussy; I’m not sure how it could get so decrepit in the space of just two months.
I think every person and organisation I originally told I had moved has been told that I’ve moved back. The only ones I’m expecting any trouble from are online CD retailer ChaosMusic, who have apparently having some trouble finding the last CD of a 3 disc order I placed in late February, and The Age, who never actually responded to my e-mail request to move my newspaper subscription, but I have this fear in the back of my mind that months later when I’ve forgotten all about it, maybe a student trainee will finally find the request and action it.
No really earth shattering events this week, though one of the ladies in the supermarket asked me where my wife is. That’s a conversation I could do without having: I know she’s staunchly Catholic and would probably keel over if told the full truth straight off, so I managed to look hurried and shouted as I escaped to another aisle that “she’s gone away”.
This coming Easter weekend is the “Kitten Kon” Goodies convention, which should be fun. The Goodies was one of the five biggest influences over my childhood, the others being Lego,Doctor Who, Tintin and Usborne Books. So I’ve coughed up the cash to rub shoulders with fellow Goodies Geeks, and for the chance to see (a rather aging, I suspect) Tim Brooke-Taylor in the flesh. Or at least in his Union Jack waistcoat.
