Murphy struck over the weekend, Saturday morning I was up really early – partly because I couldn’t sleep anymore and partly because I had to be off early to assist with a training course that had been arranged for some bigwigs from work. I was pottering around my scrapbook area and kept hearing this dripping type noise (I swear my life is plagued by drips). Couldn’t locate the drip and figured it was probably the shower again and the wet carpet by the bathroom must be wet footprints from taking a shower. I was wrong. Turns out the geyser was leaking, so that pretty much dictated Wouter’s activities for Sunday, whilst I was off training bigwigs (you’d have thought the damn geyser could have held out for another month!).
Which brings me to the news of the sale of my little place in Kommetjie and the date we have to vacate, 31 October 2008. The bloke who has bought my place seemed a tad confused by our situation and Wouter didn’t help by responding to his question in this way.
Buyer: So when do you have to be out?
Wouter: We don’t.
He was also somewhat concerned by Wouter telling him we have a funny relationship, I suspect Wouter meant funny peculiar, not funny ha-ha – although some might say that’s debatable.
I think I cleared up the poor bloke’s confusion by explaining things in a bit more detail – brief history of our relationship, short psychological profile of Wouter etc etc. Anyhoo, we have one cheque for the place and one more to come when we move out.
Rather exciting really although the thought of packing is a bit off putting. You’d think I’d be used to it by now having moved so much. Not that the house is at all ready for us to move in – actually I’m being a bit unkind it is almost ready for us to move in – the kitchen needs counters, our bathroom tiling is almost complete (more on this a bit later), we need carpets, bedroom cupboards and furniture. We figure the finishing off bits we can do once we’re in the place. So the countdown begins… 39 days.
We had a bit of a disaster with the bathroom tiles, many moons back I chose border tiles – extremely pretty, perfect for the basin (of which the bathroom was modelled around) and dirt cheap (last of the batch). We battled to find a tile to go with them and figured the final choice we made would be good enough. I took one look at the half finished tiling and realised it wasn’t going to work – looked horrible. So we eased the tiles off the wall, fortunately the tile cement wasn’t quite dry so most of them came off easily and in one piece then it was off to the shops again. I have now fallen madly in love with the small glass mosaic type tiles one gets and figure we *have* to have them. I’m sure Wouter will make a plan, he is after all a boer.
The salivary gland stone issue has cleared up as well, thankfully without any invasive surgery. It would seem the way to deal with it is take a course of antibiotics to counteract any potential infections and then just wait till the stones work themselves out. Very painful affliction by all accounts.
Another tip I have for you is always, and I mean *always* take your cellphone with you when you go to the loo because you never know when you may have to phone your husband and yell at him for not warning you if you close the toilet door you’re not going to be able to open it again.
