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Good news on the serial killer front!
May. 30th, 2016 06:44 pmMy property manager has conducted investigations and worked out that the man who inspected my flat last month was not a random weirdo, but The New Guy In The Office. Needless to say, he will be Spoken To.
Unfortunately, The New Guy lost all the pictures he took during the inspection, so they have asked very nicely if they can do a new one. I have graciously assented, figuring that this is rather irregular under the terms of the Residential Tenancies Act, and with luck I'll be able to leverage their mistake into some kind of handy concession -- permission to put up a shelf in the bathroom, maybe. Although right now, I could also go for one of those fancy Japanese toilet seats with a butt warmer.
It is, you see, Quite Cold. So cold that cycling to work this morning triggered asthma I didn't even know I had -- at least, I was wheezing all day until I bought and took some Ventolin.
And last night, tragedy of tragedies, my heater died. It was rather expensive, but also not worth having repaired -- it's that awkward between-place. So I'm tossing up whether to replace it straight away with a rather cheap one, or whether to wait a couple of weeks and ask Dad to buy me a fancy new one for my birthday. But $200 is a lot to spend on a heater, so I don't know.
Unfortunately, The New Guy lost all the pictures he took during the inspection, so they have asked very nicely if they can do a new one. I have graciously assented, figuring that this is rather irregular under the terms of the Residential Tenancies Act, and with luck I'll be able to leverage their mistake into some kind of handy concession -- permission to put up a shelf in the bathroom, maybe. Although right now, I could also go for one of those fancy Japanese toilet seats with a butt warmer.
It is, you see, Quite Cold. So cold that cycling to work this morning triggered asthma I didn't even know I had -- at least, I was wheezing all day until I bought and took some Ventolin.
And last night, tragedy of tragedies, my heater died. It was rather expensive, but also not worth having repaired -- it's that awkward between-place. So I'm tossing up whether to replace it straight away with a rather cheap one, or whether to wait a couple of weeks and ask Dad to buy me a fancy new one for my birthday. But $200 is a lot to spend on a heater, so I don't know.
