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| Thursday, July 19, 2007 |
| Minor Stressors |
Mr Ata told his employer about the Move. They have requested that he keep it quiet for a couple of weeks, but were otherwise gracious. Errr... not delighted, as they were planning to take all their IT support in-house next year, with Mr Ata being the backbone for Unix support, but nevermind.
Ata has been researching private healthcare in the UK. She has discovered that NO-ONE is willing to cover any treatment for pre-existing or chronic conditions. D'oh. And I thought I'd left public hospitals behind for good. Oh well - it's not impossible that I won't need to be hospitalised... I've had five good years in a row before. And I've survived public healthcare before, so it probably wouldn't kill me... right? Right?
The bathroom is nearly finished. The floor tiles are down and the wall tiles are all white... it looks great. Now I just need a vanity and a shower screen, and it'll be Perfect. Oh, okay - it needs a new curtain, too. But at least we get our shower back tomorrow.
Ata has been terribly lazy, and not done nearly as much packing up as she intended to. In her defence, it's very cold. Yesterday she spent the day hiding from the tile paint fumes - alternating between pottering around outside (when it was sunny), and cowering under a blanket in the TV room (when it was not sunny). We have had the heater off to prevent spreading the smell around the house, so it is Very Very Cold indoors. Of course, Ata's Very Very Cold is anything less than 10 degrees Celcius, but that's not the point. It's still cold. Very Very Cold. Roswell agrees, but she - being a cat - gets to stay in bed whenever she feels like it. Lucky beast.
Someone is supposed to be coming around to give a quote on putting new gates in, but they have not called me yet to say when. I think I will ask them to quote on the back door also (new sliding door required, the current one would allow entry fairly easily if someone pushed it rather than slid it open) and fixing one of the built-in robes (the lip of wood that is supposed to be a door handle has broken off. Stupid ancient house.
Someone else is supposed to be contacting us to arrange an appointment to discuss what we should do with the house. We've realised that rent would probably cover the payments on an interest only loan, and that if we move overseas, our Australian house will be considered our primary place of residence for capital gains tax purposes. This means that keeping it could be Profitable. So we might not sell. At least, we might hold it for a few years and then sell. Or tear it down and put up two toy-town houses like the ones that are going up across the road.
Mr Ata's mother has retired from her job. So I suspect we will hear from her on a regular basis. Is it standard practice for women to avoid their mothers-in-law by checking caller ID before answering the phone, even if they have quite nice mothers-in-law that just call a bit too often? Surely it's not just me?
We want to buy a laptop to take OS. Why are there so many things to consider when buying a computer? Stupid technology. Sigh.
I think I will go drink coffee. At least that will make my hands warm. |
posted by Ata @ 9:37 am  |
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