Monday, 31 August 2015
Rory, like cheese, maturing?
I had a long chat on the phone with Mr Bannerman today - he whose house we are currently living in. He’s having a whale of a time and almost certain to stay in Australia for good. He asked if we’re still enjoying living here, and if we’d still be interested in buying it off them if-and-when they decide to sell it. I fought through the internal panic and dread enough to say ‘Yes, absolutely!’ and we had a grown-up chat about it.
Basically, he hates the Housesitting Agency with a passion, but is committed to a contract with them for a full two years. Once that time is up though he can let the contract lapse and is under no obligation to have them involved in matters any further. So his suggestion to me was ‘Sit out the two years we agreed to, then resign from the Agency and we can deal with each other direct’ which is an idea I am fully behind!
So I am 4 months away from getting married, and possibly 12 months away from buying a house. I am settled in a job that could lead to a career with the company, and I am finding it all quite gratifying, rather than terrifying.
Whatever has happened to me????
RC 31-8-15
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