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Thursday, 28 February 2002
Wednesday, 27 February 2002
yer kidding
On my driver's licence application form, I had to go through a long list of medical conditions and check any that applied to me. My personal favourite: "severe and recurrent disabling giddiness". Now this begs the question, how on earth did my mate Chris ever get his licence?
On my driver's licence application form, I had to go through a long list of medical conditions and check any that applied to me. My personal favourite: "severe and recurrent disabling giddiness". Now this begs the question, how on earth did my mate Chris ever get his licence?
i'm sure you're all dying to know
The cottage saga continues. I've sent in an application form and if my credit is approved and they don't give the place away to someone else, I can take the cottage. We actually went out to see the house across the street (we noticed the "To Let" sign yesterday) via another property agent. This bloke was the antithesis to the guy yesterday - polite, helpful, friendly, and early. While that house had lovely features (a bigger garden and a nice "conservatory" type space just by the door to the garden), it was in need of recarpeting, repainting, and it didn't come with anything other than the stove. I'd have to buy all my furniture and fridge, and council tax was not included in the rent. I thought it would be lovely if this guy could be the agent for the cottage across the road, but as everyone kept saying to me today, it's the place and not the agent that matters.
It's very odd to go through property agents (or as we say back home, real estate agents) for rentals. The other bugger is that they charge you all sorts of fees - £40 just to check my credit, £70 "legal fees" to set up the lease, and the £1,000 deposit. Gah. Montrealers, keep counting your lucky stars because deposits are illegal and you don't have to go through agents! Well...we'll see what happens when I hear back about my credit check in a couple of weeks.
In other news, I'm taking the scooter out for a test spin on Saturday. WOOO! Of course, I can't actually drive in on public roads until I get my UK licence in the post in a couple of weeks. Please, hold your applause.
Well, what a busy week this has been and so much stuff that is about to happen. Chaotic - just how I like it.
The cottage saga continues. I've sent in an application form and if my credit is approved and they don't give the place away to someone else, I can take the cottage. We actually went out to see the house across the street (we noticed the "To Let" sign yesterday) via another property agent. This bloke was the antithesis to the guy yesterday - polite, helpful, friendly, and early. While that house had lovely features (a bigger garden and a nice "conservatory" type space just by the door to the garden), it was in need of recarpeting, repainting, and it didn't come with anything other than the stove. I'd have to buy all my furniture and fridge, and council tax was not included in the rent. I thought it would be lovely if this guy could be the agent for the cottage across the road, but as everyone kept saying to me today, it's the place and not the agent that matters.
It's very odd to go through property agents (or as we say back home, real estate agents) for rentals. The other bugger is that they charge you all sorts of fees - £40 just to check my credit, £70 "legal fees" to set up the lease, and the £1,000 deposit. Gah. Montrealers, keep counting your lucky stars because deposits are illegal and you don't have to go through agents! Well...we'll see what happens when I hear back about my credit check in a couple of weeks.
In other news, I'm taking the scooter out for a test spin on Saturday. WOOO! Of course, I can't actually drive in on public roads until I get my UK licence in the post in a couple of weeks. Please, hold your applause.
Well, what a busy week this has been and so much stuff that is about to happen. Chaotic - just how I like it.
Tuesday, 26 February 2002
and another thing
I forgot to mention that it had exposed wood beams throughout, so it was very much like being in something like Shakespeare's birthplace. Actually, the wonky floors, plasterwork, and timber reminded me of our trips to places like the Bronte house, Thomas Hardy's cottage, and all those Tudor houses you see down in this part of the country. Thanks to Mick who reminded me that summer in the country is a pretty wonderful place to be.
Yeah, I liked it. I'm going back for a second look.
I forgot to mention that it had exposed wood beams throughout, so it was very much like being in something like Shakespeare's birthplace. Actually, the wonky floors, plasterwork, and timber reminded me of our trips to places like the Bronte house, Thomas Hardy's cottage, and all those Tudor houses you see down in this part of the country. Thanks to Mick who reminded me that summer in the country is a pretty wonderful place to be.
Yeah, I liked it. I'm going back for a second look.
things that make you go hmmmm
I think I'll have to go back and see the cottage again. The estage agents were so incredibly rude - first they didn't show up at all because they went to the wrong address, then we rescheduled and both the woman at the office and the agent got very snippy because we were 7 MINUTES LATE meeting them. We waited 1/2 hour for them to show up at 12.30 today, drove 20 miles both ways, and they never showed. We show up at 5.07 for a 5.00 appointment, and the bloke had already left. He claimed he waited 10 minutes and left, which was impossible because a) we weren't that late and b) it took him 15 minutes to "turn around" and come back to meet us. He said he only bothered coming back because of what had happened earlier that day, but we had to hurry up because he had to be back in Cambridge at 5.30. Can you tell it's not exactly a buyer's market at the moment?
All this to say, it really tainted my view of the cottage and I'm not feeling very good about the place at the moment. I do think it deserves another look as Chris kept going on about how fabulous it was and thinking about it, yes I did like it.
It's half of the house that you can see in the picture (we thought it was the whole thing at first and were totally floored), with an entrance at the side for the other flat. It's got a decent sized living room with an open fire, study (hurrah, somewhere to put my computer), kitchen big enough for a 4 seater table, a little courtyard (about 3 or 4' wide and 10' long), a little toilet room and inexplicably, a bathroom right next to it with a toilet, bath, and shower. There are two bedrooms upstairs - not huge, but I've never really been too fussed about having a big bedroom.
Down sides would be the fact that it's 10 miles from work (I'm currently 3 miles from work), but that would be okay if I get the scooter. The floors in the bedrooms are really wonky - you literally run up and down hill from one end to the other like you're on a carpeted, very short, and very small rollercoaster.
On the plus side, it has a washer which would save me having to rent one as I do now. It's much bigger than my current flat, and looks like it's been nicely kept. Lots of coworkers live in neighbouring villages so I'd always feel like I'm fairly close to people. The village of Willingham is quite nice; lots of useful things right on the same road (a grocery store, bank, post office, and obligatory pub that actually looks pretty good). It's about 3 miles up the road from the UK's biggest Tescos (supermarket) and very close to the A road.
So I dunno. I need to sleep on it, I think.
I think I'll have to go back and see the cottage again. The estage agents were so incredibly rude - first they didn't show up at all because they went to the wrong address, then we rescheduled and both the woman at the office and the agent got very snippy because we were 7 MINUTES LATE meeting them. We waited 1/2 hour for them to show up at 12.30 today, drove 20 miles both ways, and they never showed. We show up at 5.07 for a 5.00 appointment, and the bloke had already left. He claimed he waited 10 minutes and left, which was impossible because a) we weren't that late and b) it took him 15 minutes to "turn around" and come back to meet us. He said he only bothered coming back because of what had happened earlier that day, but we had to hurry up because he had to be back in Cambridge at 5.30. Can you tell it's not exactly a buyer's market at the moment?
All this to say, it really tainted my view of the cottage and I'm not feeling very good about the place at the moment. I do think it deserves another look as Chris kept going on about how fabulous it was and thinking about it, yes I did like it.
It's half of the house that you can see in the picture (we thought it was the whole thing at first and were totally floored), with an entrance at the side for the other flat. It's got a decent sized living room with an open fire, study (hurrah, somewhere to put my computer), kitchen big enough for a 4 seater table, a little courtyard (about 3 or 4' wide and 10' long), a little toilet room and inexplicably, a bathroom right next to it with a toilet, bath, and shower. There are two bedrooms upstairs - not huge, but I've never really been too fussed about having a big bedroom.
Down sides would be the fact that it's 10 miles from work (I'm currently 3 miles from work), but that would be okay if I get the scooter. The floors in the bedrooms are really wonky - you literally run up and down hill from one end to the other like you're on a carpeted, very short, and very small rollercoaster.
On the plus side, it has a washer which would save me having to rent one as I do now. It's much bigger than my current flat, and looks like it's been nicely kept. Lots of coworkers live in neighbouring villages so I'd always feel like I'm fairly close to people. The village of Willingham is quite nice; lots of useful things right on the same road (a grocery store, bank, post office, and obligatory pub that actually looks pretty good). It's about 3 miles up the road from the UK's biggest Tescos (supermarket) and very close to the A road.
So I dunno. I need to sleep on it, I think.
Monday, 25 February 2002
vive le canada
Everyone was talking to me about the big game, and I just sort of nodded and smiled because I completely missed it. I didn't even know it was on. I've missed most of the Olympics this time around, mostly because things were on at insane times of the day here but partially because I just totally forgot to turn on the TV. I was following it in the newspapers and online, and enjoyed the ribbing I got when the Brits beat us in curling (they're all on steroids, I'm sure), but now I truly feel like I missed out by not watching the hockey game. I'm reading all about it on other people's sites and how exciting the atmosphere was, and how proud to be Canadian they were. It's like last year when Jack and Heather (two Kiwis, no less) went into London to celebrate Canada Day and came back with stories of Sleeman's and polite but extremely drunk Canadians - I knew I had missed out. This year, I'm going to London and I'm wearing those Canadian rub-on tatoos, tabarnacle.
So, what was my little celebration for the gold medal game? I wore my "I am Canadian" shirt to the gym today. Hee.
Everyone was talking to me about the big game, and I just sort of nodded and smiled because I completely missed it. I didn't even know it was on. I've missed most of the Olympics this time around, mostly because things were on at insane times of the day here but partially because I just totally forgot to turn on the TV. I was following it in the newspapers and online, and enjoyed the ribbing I got when the Brits beat us in curling (they're all on steroids, I'm sure), but now I truly feel like I missed out by not watching the hockey game. I'm reading all about it on other people's sites and how exciting the atmosphere was, and how proud to be Canadian they were. It's like last year when Jack and Heather (two Kiwis, no less) went into London to celebrate Canada Day and came back with stories of Sleeman's and polite but extremely drunk Canadians - I knew I had missed out. This year, I'm going to London and I'm wearing those Canadian rub-on tatoos, tabarnacle.
So, what was my little celebration for the gold medal game? I wore my "I am Canadian" shirt to the gym today. Hee.
whoop whoop whoop!
Mondays are usually such utter shite, but not this one. No way, mister. The cottage is still available and I'm going to see it tomorrow. *squeal* To cap it all, I won a £50 voucher from John Lewis! I ordered something from them about a month ago and by registering my details, I was entered in to a draw. I got an email today telling me that I won a gift certificate, and I'm all agog. 50 quid! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!
Mondays are usually such utter shite, but not this one. No way, mister. The cottage is still available and I'm going to see it tomorrow. *squeal* To cap it all, I won a £50 voucher from John Lewis! I ordered something from them about a month ago and by registering my details, I was entered in to a draw. I got an email today telling me that I won a gift certificate, and I'm all agog. 50 quid! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!
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