The car still hasn’t been diagnosed. I dropped it in on monday afternoon, and it’s now wednesday night, and all I know that it has something to do with the power steering system. Could be expensive, could be just a hose.
We got a letter from the credit union – apparently we need to provide a shipload more documents for settlement, including a recent surveyors certificate (we need to pay a surveyor to do that – and we need to do it YESTERDAY – settlement is friday week, seven working days!), we also need certified copies of both our birth certificates for the first home buyers grant (which we were told the credit union would deal with), and also another certificate from some department or other. I feel like a ton of bricks has just landed on me, after feeling that everything was going a little too smoothly earlier.
Add to that the fact that the bloody real estate agency has decided to show our house this saturday (to try to get new tennants), so we have to make sure the place looks respectable while we’re in the middle of moving. They asked us to mow the lawns too, but I declined. There is only so much stress I am prepared to deal with in one week.
It’s a good thing I have such a large arse. I can still turn the other cheek.
And to prove that I’m coping, not drowning – waving, here is a really cool video that I have been searching for for about ten years.
And more great news – Mohammed Haneef‘s case will be reviewed by the Director of Public Prosecutions. About bloody time.
Disco Knitter 
I hate real estate agents with a passion. Once you move, you don’t have to deal with these slime balls again!!
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Thank you so much for that Youtube link – anything that starts with Lou Reed is OK in my books – and it kept getting better.
I feel for you and your settlement hassles – I know there’s an entire department out there full of clerks holding secret files that you can only ask for if you know they exist. Just like poor old Arthur Dent and the bypass.
“But the plans were on display …”
“On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.”
“That’s the display department.”
“With a flashlight.”
“Ah, well the lights had probably gone.”
“So had the stairs.”
“But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” said Arthur, “yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘Beware of the Leopard’.
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Yes, Poor Dent Arthur Dent and poor You!!
I cannot believe the Haneef situation. Mind you, I am from Tasmania and we have the whole Pulp Mill/Government fiasco, the Rouse Bribery Scandal and the Green/White Building corruption……
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