Well, it’s the Tuesday after a long weekend, and it’s sunny. Not that that’s an issue, particularly, but after the weekend’s heavy rain and grey skies (much like the British bank holidays, then!) it is a bit annoying that we couldn’t have had nicer weather over the weekend instead of today, when I have to wait in for Evil Landlady to appear.
The reason that Evil Landlady (OK, she’s not exactly EVIL, but she is a typical landlord, who doesn’t like to spend any money on her property, and half the kitchen appliances haven’t worked since we moved in, and she has a habit of hanging up on me whenever I phone her) is coming round is that our hob exploded over the weekend. There was a loud bang from the direction of the kitchen. We thought the fuse had been tripped, so we flipped it back, to be greeted by another loud bang and a green flash from the fuse box. It’s dead now. The hob, that is. I don’t know about the fuse.
In a spirit of not wanting her to complain about the general tidiness of the flat, we have tidied up and cleaned the place. We don’t live like pigs, but we do want our deposit back, and she’s the sort that would love to keep it… Unfortunately this also involved removing a used condom from our balcony. We have a nice balcony, you can see the harbour and the opera house from it, and it would be a lovely place to sit out if it didn’t keep having “presents” left on it, and you weren’t concerned about what exactly would fall on your head when you sit on it. The used condom is not ours. We live on the 12th floor, so I’m not exactly sure how it got onto our balcony – the only explanation I can think of is that it came from the flat above, and they would have had to aim to hit our balcony. What kind of weird person does that? We’ve had a few condom wrappers on there before now (again, not ours), but this was the first, um, used product. So I put on my rubber gloves, picked it up using a plastic bag and a stack of tissues, ran towards the waste disposal and threw it in. Then I scrubbed my hands. Urgh! I hope Evil Landlady appreciates it.
I have also decided to give up on Needle-Woman for now. To be fair, we’re coming back to the UK soon, but it really wasn’t helping. The last appointment was truly weird – she didn’t really seem to understand that my period was getting lighter, and kept asking me if it was heavier. She also told me off for having too much heat in my body (sorry, shall I just go and sit in a bath of ice when I’m having a period?) and seems to be far too interested in temperatures when all I really want is more endometrium. I’ll see what Lovely Gynae Woman says when I get back to the UK. Maybe she’ll have some sort of miracle cure to offer?
Apart from that, there really isn’t much to report. The Commonwealth Games have started, so Junior Masterchef has stopped, which is more disappointing than I would have expected. Even more upsetting is the fact that I can’t watch The Bold and The Beautiful. That is tragic!
And I might scream if I hear/read one more new mother complaining about their baby and how they don’t sleep anymore. I know it’s tiring, but please, appreciate what you’ve been given, and show some tact and sensitivity.