I lost the cats last night. Both of them. The little furry rascals disappeared. Vanished into thin air. No amount of yelling, whistling and tongue-clicking on the back step could bring them home. Not even the ceremonial opening of the cat food tin brought them galloping through the catflap.
I assumed that all the upheaval of Nicky moving out and me moving in had sent them off for a couple of days to sulk somewhere.
I was wrong.
I left the back door open for quite a large chunk of the evening while I ferried stuff in from the car. I left the boot lid up for quite a long time, too. A cursory examination of the back of the car revealed nothing remaining in there, and I didn't think to look in the front as there was nothing in there.
So, this morning I trotted out to the car to drive off to work and flung open the door to find:
two small, furry, feline faces looking at me as if to say 'Well! What kept you?'
Along with a pool of diarrhoea, courtesy of Loki who is not feeling at his best it would seem (a trip to the vet is already arranged for Thursday).
So, another late start for me. But I did manage to find Sainsbury's this morning, having taken an exit too early at the last roundabout!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Can You Hear Me, Mother?
*Waving frantically to anyone from SOI who may be checking blogs for daily updates*
Hello there!
Well. I've made it to Friday lunchtime of my first week. Monday morning was a complete and total disaster. Motto: never trust the AA's Route planner to get you to where you want to be. I arrived forty minutes late, thanks to the fact that the directions were complete and utter codswallop. Fortunately they were all very nice about it, and it gave them a good giggle. I soon discovered the correct route and can now complete the journey in fifteen minutes, as opposed to an hour and fifteen minutes.
The one cat looks set to become two. I have in fact agreed to take Loki (ginger tabby long-haired tomcat) as well as Kit (tortoiseshell female). Went round to see the present incumbent last night and the flat absolutely stank due to the practically overflowing litter tray. I have already purchased a new tray, tray liners, and a huge bag of Catsan odour control litter. I've never had any odour problems with Wanda using this system, but then I do change her every couple of days and remove solid waste as soon as it is discovered in the tray.
I am going to have to keep on top of the grooming regime for Loki, obviously. I don't think the flat has been cleaned at all regularly - if ever. I began to itch within about five minutes which is very unusual for me. I don't suffer from cat allergies particularly but it got to the point where my eyes were swelling up and my nose was running. Hopefully the promised deep-clean by the landlady will be forthcoming before I move in on Sunday. I am equipped with my own cleaning materials anyway.
I seem to be spending money like water, what with having to buy pots and pans and knives and dish towels and linens. Ah...we unloaded my car on Saturday morning as we decided not to drive over and drop a load of stuff off before Sunday after all. One of the bags was in the way where I'd left it so was moved, and this of course was the bag with the bedding, the dish and bath towels, and my comfy work shoes in. So I had to go out and buy linens, and have been tottering about in dolly-bird strappy heels all week. Except for yesterday when I rebelled and wore my blue suede trainers all day. No-one appeared to give a damn. I bought a new pair of shoes yesterday evening and while they are very nice, they aren't my comfy flatties!
Last Sunday I arrived at the flat around 10:20 in the evening, having got lost twice (not the fault of the AA this time but entirely down to me being a muppet). Himself was bouncing on the spot with worry as I was nearly 45 minutes behind him, though partly this was due to the detour and partly the fact that the crimson brick at present is battling to reach 70. Ray the electrician was still working away, and to make matters worse he'd managed to put a jigsaw through a water pipe so I had a flood too.
Ray eventually had to be ejected at around midnight - forcibly. He was told to come back the next day. Which he did. Not long after everyone had gone, I made a visit to the powder room as it were, and discovered on flushing that there was more water jetting out either side of the pipe leading from the cistern to the bowl.
Ray had to be forcibly removed again on Monday, having promised to do only two small jobs. I had dinner at the local pub (I need a third and fourth mortgage to do that, I tell you) and got back at half past nine, having spent half an hour hanging around outside talking to himself on the phone. Phil the landlord eventually came to my rescue just after ten. Ray has since been barred from the flat. Hooray! And Mark the plasterer fixed the loo for me. Appears Ray must have moved it to do some wiring and put it back wrongly. Silly sod.
The job seems fine. The town is a typical small to medium market town with a small range of shops and - as for anywhere during the day - the usual motley assortment of passers-by. It's quite busy at the moment as the schools are out for half-term, so there are lots of young folk around. The people at work are all lovely and so far I have no problems to report!
Expecting to be home either very late on tonight or tomorrow morning. Himself's car now has an oil leak so is off the road so I will be moving from one flat to another on my own. Hopefully I can persuade some of the lads who seem to be permanently hanging around the landlady's house to give me a hand with the heavy items.
Hello there!
Well. I've made it to Friday lunchtime of my first week. Monday morning was a complete and total disaster. Motto: never trust the AA's Route planner to get you to where you want to be. I arrived forty minutes late, thanks to the fact that the directions were complete and utter codswallop. Fortunately they were all very nice about it, and it gave them a good giggle. I soon discovered the correct route and can now complete the journey in fifteen minutes, as opposed to an hour and fifteen minutes.
The one cat looks set to become two. I have in fact agreed to take Loki (ginger tabby long-haired tomcat) as well as Kit (tortoiseshell female). Went round to see the present incumbent last night and the flat absolutely stank due to the practically overflowing litter tray. I have already purchased a new tray, tray liners, and a huge bag of Catsan odour control litter. I've never had any odour problems with Wanda using this system, but then I do change her every couple of days and remove solid waste as soon as it is discovered in the tray.
I am going to have to keep on top of the grooming regime for Loki, obviously. I don't think the flat has been cleaned at all regularly - if ever. I began to itch within about five minutes which is very unusual for me. I don't suffer from cat allergies particularly but it got to the point where my eyes were swelling up and my nose was running. Hopefully the promised deep-clean by the landlady will be forthcoming before I move in on Sunday. I am equipped with my own cleaning materials anyway.
I seem to be spending money like water, what with having to buy pots and pans and knives and dish towels and linens. Ah...we unloaded my car on Saturday morning as we decided not to drive over and drop a load of stuff off before Sunday after all. One of the bags was in the way where I'd left it so was moved, and this of course was the bag with the bedding, the dish and bath towels, and my comfy work shoes in. So I had to go out and buy linens, and have been tottering about in dolly-bird strappy heels all week. Except for yesterday when I rebelled and wore my blue suede trainers all day. No-one appeared to give a damn. I bought a new pair of shoes yesterday evening and while they are very nice, they aren't my comfy flatties!
Last Sunday I arrived at the flat around 10:20 in the evening, having got lost twice (not the fault of the AA this time but entirely down to me being a muppet). Himself was bouncing on the spot with worry as I was nearly 45 minutes behind him, though partly this was due to the detour and partly the fact that the crimson brick at present is battling to reach 70. Ray the electrician was still working away, and to make matters worse he'd managed to put a jigsaw through a water pipe so I had a flood too.
Ray eventually had to be ejected at around midnight - forcibly. He was told to come back the next day. Which he did. Not long after everyone had gone, I made a visit to the powder room as it were, and discovered on flushing that there was more water jetting out either side of the pipe leading from the cistern to the bowl.
Ray had to be forcibly removed again on Monday, having promised to do only two small jobs. I had dinner at the local pub (I need a third and fourth mortgage to do that, I tell you) and got back at half past nine, having spent half an hour hanging around outside talking to himself on the phone. Phil the landlord eventually came to my rescue just after ten. Ray has since been barred from the flat. Hooray! And Mark the plasterer fixed the loo for me. Appears Ray must have moved it to do some wiring and put it back wrongly. Silly sod.
The job seems fine. The town is a typical small to medium market town with a small range of shops and - as for anywhere during the day - the usual motley assortment of passers-by. It's quite busy at the moment as the schools are out for half-term, so there are lots of young folk around. The people at work are all lovely and so far I have no problems to report!
Expecting to be home either very late on tonight or tomorrow morning. Himself's car now has an oil leak so is off the road so I will be moving from one flat to another on my own. Hopefully I can persuade some of the lads who seem to be permanently hanging around the landlady's house to give me a hand with the heavy items.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Acquisitiveness
In readiness for the move, I went out shopping yesterday. Ooops...Monday now.
I bought: a 20" screen TV; a toaster and kettle pack and a cordless digital phone (I always wanted one of those and it was reduced from £30 to £14.99, so another bargain. And you must know by now that I do love my bargains!
I am going to persuade J to let me borrow the video recorder or something so I can watch movies. There's no point in getting a computer for next week as I will only be in that flat for 1 week and getting involved in dialup will be just too complicated to have to move numbers for the account after 1 week. Besides, I need to get settled so I can get broadband access organised. And as I am lodging in one flat for a week before moving to the proper flat, I don't want to have too much stuff to move.
Worryingly, I still haven't had a letter making the offer official. I know my reference has been sent over, and I am told it is good, but I can't help but worry. I did receive my P45 and last payslip from the old place this morning.
And L texted me to say that the doziest, laziest secretary from the personal injury department has taken my place in the family department as a fee earner! She heard that directly from uberboss this evening and is spitting feathers.
She keeps telling me she's bored with him now, she's had her bit of fun and isn't interested any more. Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
I bought: a 20" screen TV; a toaster and kettle pack and a cordless digital phone (I always wanted one of those and it was reduced from £30 to £14.99, so another bargain. And you must know by now that I do love my bargains!
I am going to persuade J to let me borrow the video recorder or something so I can watch movies. There's no point in getting a computer for next week as I will only be in that flat for 1 week and getting involved in dialup will be just too complicated to have to move numbers for the account after 1 week. Besides, I need to get settled so I can get broadband access organised. And as I am lodging in one flat for a week before moving to the proper flat, I don't want to have too much stuff to move.
Worryingly, I still haven't had a letter making the offer official. I know my reference has been sent over, and I am told it is good, but I can't help but worry. I did receive my P45 and last payslip from the old place this morning.
And L texted me to say that the doziest, laziest secretary from the personal injury department has taken my place in the family department as a fee earner! She heard that directly from uberboss this evening and is spitting feathers.
She keeps telling me she's bored with him now, she's had her bit of fun and isn't interested any more. Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
I think I lost a post too, Johnny Bravo
I know I updated after we bought the new washing machine last weekend, I know I did. Hotpoint Aquarius 1600 spin, 6kg washload, fantastic little performer, reduced by about £180. Bargain! (I like my bargains).
But I don't see any post about it...
But I don't see any post about it...
What a difference a week makes
Well. OK. Eight days, between you and I. But never mind...a week sounds rather snappier somehow.
I have a new job. Fingers crossed I do. L wrote my reference for uberboss to sign and she promised she would make me sound brilliant. But...but...what if she didn't? What if they get my reference and change their mind about offering me the job?
See? See? I am ever the pessimist when it comes to good things happening to me!
I also - and you may say this is pre-empting things rather - have found myself a flat. I won't be able to move in to the actual flat for a week, so I will be camping out in one of the other flats for a week first. We went down to look at flats and houses yesterday and this was the very first place we looked at.
It was quite funny really, because we drove off the A1 into the village itself and J just yelped 'You are living here! No arguments!'. We drove on to the sound of: 'Ooooh! Oooooh! Look at that quaint little church!' (Car stopped in lane, exchange of meaningful looks). 'Oh my God! The post office is in someone's front room!' 'Argh! Would you look at the local pub! How quaint is that?!' (It really is all very quaint).
Now. The directions were kind of 'turn off the A1, go along the High Street, turn right at the pub, drive down Low Lane, take the left fork in the road, drive up to the security gates and press the buzzer and I'll come down and let you in.'
The main house is a former vicarage, set in five acres of parkland with trees some three hundred years old. A river runs through the middle of it all. There were sodding real bulrushes in the damn river! I mean! I never saw a bulrush in my life outside of Odsal (r. league injoke there, sorry). The lady of the house inherited it from her father, who bought it at auction from the Church of England in 1980.
The main house is where her family live, in part of the building at any rate. They also have a licence for civil weddings and can hold services in a suite in the house. They can arrange the whole package, including marquees in the grounds for the reception, caterers, bars, mobile disco, bands, whatever you want. We just kind of looked at each other at that point and went 'Ug'. It's like some kind of conspiracy!
Anyway, there is the Gatehouse (which is much more modern inside), living room downstairs and bathroom, kitchen and bedroom upstairs. Very nice, in a bit of upheaval because it is being rewired - they only recently bought this building from an investor. Then there is the Coach House.
Now. I have a cat, and I know if I don't keep right on top of the litter tray situation it can begin to get a little fragrant. The lady who presently has the ground floor flat in the Coach House has two cats with an overflowing litter tray. One tray between two cats. Never a good idea. Cat owners may know the slightly chocolatey smell of desiccated cat poo that's sat in the litter for a good few hours. Not too pleasant. That was right in the doorway - sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
However. Bear with me on this. OK. Kitchen is less modern. Long and narrow with slightly cobbled-together units but nice black granite effect worktops. Serviceable. A mix of wall units, not matching but quite appealing in their own way. Cooker...bit of an ancient electric with eyelevel grill but it will scrub up OK I reckon. It all looks as though it really hasn't been taken too much care of, but it will be cleaned before I move in. There is a fridge-freezer that belongs to the present incumbent that I will buy off her for £30 as she doesn't need it where she's moving to.
The bathroom is a decent size. No bath, but a really nice modern electric shower in a new glass cubicle of a decent size, basin in one corner and loo in the third corner. The bathroom is at the end of the kitchen.
The living/dining room is massive. There are huge black beams in the ceiling and two three-lamp overhead lights as it is quite a dark room - the window is quite small and looks out on to the Jurassic Kueper Marl rock that used to form part of the river bed. It looks like a huge multi-coloured sandstone, full of holes and riddled with caves. The soft rock of the area is honeycombed with tunnels, apparently, from the old Abbey nearby. Prosaically, they keep the lawnmower in one cave and logs in another. It is furnished with a huge green sofa, three seater easily with big soggy cushions, a matching armchair, a gorgeous dresser, shelving units, brassbound coffee table, tv stand, dining table and chairs.
The bedroom is quite small - room for a double bed, wardrobe and a dressing table and that's about it, but who needs a massive bedroom?
It is painted white throughout, with the beams painted black. The doors are black. The carpet is a darkish blue, beige in the bathroom.
It has masses of potential to be a really comfy, cosy, homey place to live. Once it's had a damn good clean and been aired out a little! *lol* I am already planning all the things I can add to make it 'mine'. I have pictures that aren't up here at the moment for lack of room, family photographs that are framed but not on display as they creep J out, soft furnishings that I can take over that he won't miss (I've had them since university days for the most part). Then there are the silly things like the food processor, the hand blender, my paints, sewing stuff, that sort of thing.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had two interviews, one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday. The Tuesday place loved me but wouldn't offer me till I'd had Wednesday's interview and come back to them on what I thought to that. They thought I'd be snapped up. Well, I was. Or would have been. The Tuesday job required relocation on my part as it is too far a drive to commute daily. Another reason why they were fairly pessimistic that I would say yes to any offer they made. The Wednesday job was local to me, and they were very dismissive of the Tuesday firm due to the fact that it would mean relocating and would take me away from my home here.
The points to consider are these:
1) Which position offers long-term security, the chance to develop my work skills and obtain further qualifications and accreditation?
2) Which position offers the better salary and more chance of a bonus and a review of salary annually?
3) Which employer is larger?
4) Who did I prefer at interview?
From my perspective, on Tuesday I firstly met with the senior partner in my area of law. We had a good long chat, he was upfront with me and said he liked me, he could honestly say he would recommend to his partners that they make me an offer but he wanted to wait and see what happened at my next interview in case I liked them more. Then I met the managing partner and his wife (always a good sign). Then I got to have a long chat with the people I'd be working with in our office on a daily basis. In all, I was there an hour and three quarters, and my future colleague drove me to the station to catch my train and left me with the words 'I really, really hope to see you again very soon' ringing in my ears.
Wednesday...well, I knew both my interviewers already. I'd temped at this firm in York after I did my post-grad year. I knew the lady who owned the firm by reputation also. They have four offices, the other firm 5. However: she is the sole principal. It is her firm, take it or leave it. The main offices are in two different cities. The branch or satellite offices are tiny, the Leeds office - where I would be based - being a fee earner and two job-sharing secretaries.
They were quite cold at interview. It wasn't what you'd call a cosy chat, just straight down the line business. Contrast that with the day before, when we'd talked about people we each know (my favourite District Judge only used to be a partner in the firm, and is a regular Saturday golfing partner of the senior partner who interviewed me, so when I said he was a lovely man and one of my favourite DJ's, and told a little anecdote about him, it went down a storm), we'd talked about where I come from (my schooling is on my CV) and he turns out to be a keen hillwalker and knows my village well from many a holiday - in fact knows the family business well too. It was a real investigation not just of my work experience and background but a chance for him to suss out my personality - such as it is - and to see how I fit in to the firm's ethos.
I had a call on the Thursday from Wednesday's interviewer. She made an offer immediately and proceeded to go through the diary entries for the next month. Consider I might have been in my last post in court twice or three times a day, and seen two or more clients in the office as well. Certainly I never had fewer than two appointments in my diary each day regardless of other engagements. Contrast that with one or two hearings a week if I'm lucky, two or three clients a week and three days in succession with nothing in the diary at all. The post incumbent was taking work off people in other offices for something to do. Does this sound like a job with prospects? I thought not.
So, at the end of the day, there was very little choice.
Back to the accommodation. I mentioned the litter tray and that there were two cats. Well, it seems that the cats can't move with the present occupier and only one has a new home. So, I find myself - or will shortly find myself - the proud new 'owner' of a little, affectionate, slightly deranged tortoiseshell love-addicted feline who demands to be loved and fussed over by any human present in the room.
I think a larger litter tray, better cat litter and a regular change routine will soon deal with the odour problem. As will a damn good clean as already said.
Yes. What a difference a week makes.
I have a new job. Fingers crossed I do. L wrote my reference for uberboss to sign and she promised she would make me sound brilliant. But...but...what if she didn't? What if they get my reference and change their mind about offering me the job?
See? See? I am ever the pessimist when it comes to good things happening to me!
I also - and you may say this is pre-empting things rather - have found myself a flat. I won't be able to move in to the actual flat for a week, so I will be camping out in one of the other flats for a week first. We went down to look at flats and houses yesterday and this was the very first place we looked at.
It was quite funny really, because we drove off the A1 into the village itself and J just yelped 'You are living here! No arguments!'. We drove on to the sound of: 'Ooooh! Oooooh! Look at that quaint little church!' (Car stopped in lane, exchange of meaningful looks). 'Oh my God! The post office is in someone's front room!' 'Argh! Would you look at the local pub! How quaint is that?!' (It really is all very quaint).
Now. The directions were kind of 'turn off the A1, go along the High Street, turn right at the pub, drive down Low Lane, take the left fork in the road, drive up to the security gates and press the buzzer and I'll come down and let you in.'
The main house is a former vicarage, set in five acres of parkland with trees some three hundred years old. A river runs through the middle of it all. There were sodding real bulrushes in the damn river! I mean! I never saw a bulrush in my life outside of Odsal (r. league injoke there, sorry). The lady of the house inherited it from her father, who bought it at auction from the Church of England in 1980.
The main house is where her family live, in part of the building at any rate. They also have a licence for civil weddings and can hold services in a suite in the house. They can arrange the whole package, including marquees in the grounds for the reception, caterers, bars, mobile disco, bands, whatever you want. We just kind of looked at each other at that point and went 'Ug'. It's like some kind of conspiracy!
Anyway, there is the Gatehouse (which is much more modern inside), living room downstairs and bathroom, kitchen and bedroom upstairs. Very nice, in a bit of upheaval because it is being rewired - they only recently bought this building from an investor. Then there is the Coach House.
Now. I have a cat, and I know if I don't keep right on top of the litter tray situation it can begin to get a little fragrant. The lady who presently has the ground floor flat in the Coach House has two cats with an overflowing litter tray. One tray between two cats. Never a good idea. Cat owners may know the slightly chocolatey smell of desiccated cat poo that's sat in the litter for a good few hours. Not too pleasant. That was right in the doorway - sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet!
However. Bear with me on this. OK. Kitchen is less modern. Long and narrow with slightly cobbled-together units but nice black granite effect worktops. Serviceable. A mix of wall units, not matching but quite appealing in their own way. Cooker...bit of an ancient electric with eyelevel grill but it will scrub up OK I reckon. It all looks as though it really hasn't been taken too much care of, but it will be cleaned before I move in. There is a fridge-freezer that belongs to the present incumbent that I will buy off her for £30 as she doesn't need it where she's moving to.
The bathroom is a decent size. No bath, but a really nice modern electric shower in a new glass cubicle of a decent size, basin in one corner and loo in the third corner. The bathroom is at the end of the kitchen.
The living/dining room is massive. There are huge black beams in the ceiling and two three-lamp overhead lights as it is quite a dark room - the window is quite small and looks out on to the Jurassic Kueper Marl rock that used to form part of the river bed. It looks like a huge multi-coloured sandstone, full of holes and riddled with caves. The soft rock of the area is honeycombed with tunnels, apparently, from the old Abbey nearby. Prosaically, they keep the lawnmower in one cave and logs in another. It is furnished with a huge green sofa, three seater easily with big soggy cushions, a matching armchair, a gorgeous dresser, shelving units, brassbound coffee table, tv stand, dining table and chairs.
The bedroom is quite small - room for a double bed, wardrobe and a dressing table and that's about it, but who needs a massive bedroom?
It is painted white throughout, with the beams painted black. The doors are black. The carpet is a darkish blue, beige in the bathroom.
It has masses of potential to be a really comfy, cosy, homey place to live. Once it's had a damn good clean and been aired out a little! *lol* I am already planning all the things I can add to make it 'mine'. I have pictures that aren't up here at the moment for lack of room, family photographs that are framed but not on display as they creep J out, soft furnishings that I can take over that he won't miss (I've had them since university days for the most part). Then there are the silly things like the food processor, the hand blender, my paints, sewing stuff, that sort of thing.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I had two interviews, one on Tuesday and one on Wednesday. The Tuesday place loved me but wouldn't offer me till I'd had Wednesday's interview and come back to them on what I thought to that. They thought I'd be snapped up. Well, I was. Or would have been. The Tuesday job required relocation on my part as it is too far a drive to commute daily. Another reason why they were fairly pessimistic that I would say yes to any offer they made. The Wednesday job was local to me, and they were very dismissive of the Tuesday firm due to the fact that it would mean relocating and would take me away from my home here.
The points to consider are these:
1) Which position offers long-term security, the chance to develop my work skills and obtain further qualifications and accreditation?
2) Which position offers the better salary and more chance of a bonus and a review of salary annually?
3) Which employer is larger?
4) Who did I prefer at interview?
From my perspective, on Tuesday I firstly met with the senior partner in my area of law. We had a good long chat, he was upfront with me and said he liked me, he could honestly say he would recommend to his partners that they make me an offer but he wanted to wait and see what happened at my next interview in case I liked them more. Then I met the managing partner and his wife (always a good sign). Then I got to have a long chat with the people I'd be working with in our office on a daily basis. In all, I was there an hour and three quarters, and my future colleague drove me to the station to catch my train and left me with the words 'I really, really hope to see you again very soon' ringing in my ears.
Wednesday...well, I knew both my interviewers already. I'd temped at this firm in York after I did my post-grad year. I knew the lady who owned the firm by reputation also. They have four offices, the other firm 5. However: she is the sole principal. It is her firm, take it or leave it. The main offices are in two different cities. The branch or satellite offices are tiny, the Leeds office - where I would be based - being a fee earner and two job-sharing secretaries.
They were quite cold at interview. It wasn't what you'd call a cosy chat, just straight down the line business. Contrast that with the day before, when we'd talked about people we each know (my favourite District Judge only used to be a partner in the firm, and is a regular Saturday golfing partner of the senior partner who interviewed me, so when I said he was a lovely man and one of my favourite DJ's, and told a little anecdote about him, it went down a storm), we'd talked about where I come from (my schooling is on my CV) and he turns out to be a keen hillwalker and knows my village well from many a holiday - in fact knows the family business well too. It was a real investigation not just of my work experience and background but a chance for him to suss out my personality - such as it is - and to see how I fit in to the firm's ethos.
I had a call on the Thursday from Wednesday's interviewer. She made an offer immediately and proceeded to go through the diary entries for the next month. Consider I might have been in my last post in court twice or three times a day, and seen two or more clients in the office as well. Certainly I never had fewer than two appointments in my diary each day regardless of other engagements. Contrast that with one or two hearings a week if I'm lucky, two or three clients a week and three days in succession with nothing in the diary at all. The post incumbent was taking work off people in other offices for something to do. Does this sound like a job with prospects? I thought not.
So, at the end of the day, there was very little choice.
Back to the accommodation. I mentioned the litter tray and that there were two cats. Well, it seems that the cats can't move with the present occupier and only one has a new home. So, I find myself - or will shortly find myself - the proud new 'owner' of a little, affectionate, slightly deranged tortoiseshell love-addicted feline who demands to be loved and fussed over by any human present in the room.
I think a larger litter tray, better cat litter and a regular change routine will soon deal with the odour problem. As will a damn good clean as already said.
Yes. What a difference a week makes.
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