Friday, February 06, 2004
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So I open my mouth to tell you about bookcrossing.com yesterday, and today some prat starts to spam one of the book journals I have there. Typical. Half a dozen abusive postings which I reported to The Powers That Be of bookcrossing, and that should be the end of it. Darn.
The dozen auctions on eBay finished today, and I sold the lot. I walked to the post office twice, posting three of the lots in the process. I'm still a box short for one of the items, but I can pick that up tomorrow. My brother Julian will be here tomorrow to pick up the printer/scanner/copier that we're giving to my mum, and to take away some of the stuff that I've been storing in the loft for her. We'll see Julian again the evening before we fly out, but I'll have to arrange to go see my mum next week. Probably on the Thursday.
Those cheeky people buying the house contacted us (through the estate agent) to ask if they could come over to measure up for curtains. Our home here is in the process of being dismantled, and there are piles of things all over the place. Last thing we want is a group of people wandering around muttering "are you leaving that" and "I hope you're taking that with you". So we said NO they cannot come over until the sale is completed. Sheesh, it's less than a week. If they want to get in so quickly they should instruct their agents/solicitor/bank/whoever to make sure they cough up the cash at 9.01am on Wednesday. Then they can move in as soon as we get the call and drive to the estate agent to hand over the keys. I lost patience with them when they screwed us over every detail, so I am not interested in their "plight" surrounding curtains.
Deb cooked a chilli before we went to Belgium, and stored it in the freezer. We thawed some out today and nuked it. Yummy. Nice and spicy, bit of baguette, can of Palm beer, mmmmm. Speaking of beer, I asked a barman for a local brew in Brussels, and he poured out a beer into a bell-bottomed glass. The glass was propped up by a wooden stand, which is standard equipment for this brew, oddly named Kwak. Sounds Czech to me, but I am assured that Kwak is from Belgium. Great name for a beer though.
It's the NHL All-Star game this weekend, and my gruntle is dissed that I am missing it. If you live in Canada, and can video it for me, I'll swap a chocolate bar for the tape. Deal? Go Quinn's Easterners!
On the packing front, tomorrow we start to put stuff in suitcases. Deb's already sorted a lot of the kitchen into piles to be given away. It's getting quite bare in here now, but nothing like it will be on Monday evening. Hoo-boy.
A special mention for Jenny - get well soon!
So I open my mouth to tell you about bookcrossing.com yesterday, and today some prat starts to spam one of the book journals I have there. Typical. Half a dozen abusive postings which I reported to The Powers That Be of bookcrossing, and that should be the end of it. Darn.
The dozen auctions on eBay finished today, and I sold the lot. I walked to the post office twice, posting three of the lots in the process. I'm still a box short for one of the items, but I can pick that up tomorrow. My brother Julian will be here tomorrow to pick up the printer/scanner/copier that we're giving to my mum, and to take away some of the stuff that I've been storing in the loft for her. We'll see Julian again the evening before we fly out, but I'll have to arrange to go see my mum next week. Probably on the Thursday.
Those cheeky people buying the house contacted us (through the estate agent) to ask if they could come over to measure up for curtains. Our home here is in the process of being dismantled, and there are piles of things all over the place. Last thing we want is a group of people wandering around muttering "are you leaving that" and "I hope you're taking that with you". So we said NO they cannot come over until the sale is completed. Sheesh, it's less than a week. If they want to get in so quickly they should instruct their agents/solicitor/bank/whoever to make sure they cough up the cash at 9.01am on Wednesday. Then they can move in as soon as we get the call and drive to the estate agent to hand over the keys. I lost patience with them when they screwed us over every detail, so I am not interested in their "plight" surrounding curtains.
Deb cooked a chilli before we went to Belgium, and stored it in the freezer. We thawed some out today and nuked it. Yummy. Nice and spicy, bit of baguette, can of Palm beer, mmmmm. Speaking of beer, I asked a barman for a local brew in Brussels, and he poured out a beer into a bell-bottomed glass. The glass was propped up by a wooden stand, which is standard equipment for this brew, oddly named Kwak. Sounds Czech to me, but I am assured that Kwak is from Belgium. Great name for a beer though.
It's the NHL All-Star game this weekend, and my gruntle is dissed that I am missing it. If you live in Canada, and can video it for me, I'll swap a chocolate bar for the tape. Deal? Go Quinn's Easterners!
On the packing front, tomorrow we start to put stuff in suitcases. Deb's already sorted a lot of the kitchen into piles to be given away. It's getting quite bare in here now, but nothing like it will be on Monday evening. Hoo-boy.
A special mention for Jenny - get well soon!
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