The news this morning was dominted by the cricket. All history making stuff blah blah blah. Kochie and Nat (Mel must be on holiay) have a batsman's helet and an Aussie flag on their desk and good luck to them. If we'd gone 2-0 up I'm sure we'd have done the same. I fear we'll never know. Rugby and cricket both, we drag ourselves out of mdicrity for the briefest moment of glory and then slump back into the shite. Bollocks. Shame for Flintoff, thought he was doing pretty well with the ball. And Collingwood must have been pretty pissed that no one was willing or able to stay out in the middle with him. Not lost yet, but Perth is a nasty wicket, or so hear from the locals. Disapointed as am, I stop short of the coarse gynecological language my brother uses in his blog. But only just.
Eary start to see Doc Geoff before work for an eye checkup. Some good news; the vein that runs through my optic nerve looks more like a vein and less like a bunch of sausages. There is improvement. But in both eyes there is still something going on and I'm back in a fortnight for another checkup and field tests. That's where they find out where my blindpsots are. In the meantime I keep on the drops and see what comes back from the neurologist. Doc Geoff reckons he, Doc Dan Milder, is an exceptional bloke. Mega intelligent and intuitive, very busy and subject to poaching attempts from the US. Some believe he will come up with groundbreaking stuff. I said I hope to be very boring for him.
Weirdness from yesterday. Sal gave our solicitor a call because she'd not bene in touch to tell us how we hand over a load (almost all) of our cash for the house we are moving in to this weekend. Seems that our vendor, who has recently given birth and is suffereing from 'baby head' has not got her shit together and we therefore cannot settle this Friday. Right. OK. Sal has booked this Friday off of work to do the final inspection and get the keys; we move out of our (well, Mara's) flat on saturday and someone else moves in - so no room at that inn for us; we have a 6tonne truck booked for Saturday, no mean feat we are told, as they are pretty well all booked to couriers at this time of year; we have to empty our lockup storage and the key back on Saturday. In short, this weekend is very good for us.Sal was, as always, on the ball and went on to tell me, as I was winding the WHAT THE FUCK up, that everythignwas cool. We can do the inspection and get the keys on Friday. We'll pay later. Which is nice. I've been trusted to pay up later for a cup of tea or coffee, but for a house? Cool!
Oh, and the reason my email did not get through yesterday...I mispspelt the address.
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