Entries from September 2006 ↓

For the first and last time, I’ve got the painters in. The stress is palpable. Girls, I feel your pain.

Speaking of pain, I put my back out at the weekend shifting sixty-odd boxes up and down the street “to save the removals men the trouble”. Tsk. Thankfully the Chelsea Tractor (which still doesn’t fit in the garage) is a beast and stood up to the task.

I’ve been getting a bit of grief for being an urban 4×4 owner. I say stop beefing. I only use it to go to the shops. Not much environmentally unfriendly about that.

Mrs K turns thirty on Friday. We’re going to New York to celebrate. Unlike The Author, who got lucky, I’m not sure I’ll have my stay catalogued in any glossy magazines …

In other news, since the untimely demise of The Sprout, to which yours truly occasionally contributed, I’ve noticed this little blog has sprung up. Could it be the same people? Made me laugh anyway …

I bumped up my new mortgage by investing in a parking space.

There are fifty parking spaces in the garage.

Only one has a low ceiling. Not very low, just not high enough for, say, a big car.

There are fifty cars to go in those spaces. Only one is too big for the one space with a low ceiling.

There is, therefore, a one in 2500 chance that our car wouldn’t fit in the space.

And guess what?

There goes 25000 euros.

Tomorrow we should get the keys to our new house.

This has prompted my mother to insist that I write a will, in case “any distant relatives try to make claims on my estate”.

I suppose it’s a little more optimistic than my Dad’s insistence, a few years ago, that I take out life insurance. “Because if you die, getting your body back home will be bloody expensive”.