Monday, July 03, 2006

Thinking Of Buying a House

I decided some time ago that I don't "do" new estates. However, thinking I should consider all the options in my search for a new home, I went over to the Sales Office of a new estate.

They don't know how much the house I liked the look of on the plan is, or when it might be available. They don't know what the dimensions of any of the garages are, nor are they prepared to consider changing them.

The showhome was hilarious though, it's been done by a colourblind person with no sense of smell judging by the stench of "air freshener" and the frankly mad colour schemes. I particularly enjoyed the little witty touches like the string of pans to be found secured by fishing line in the built-in wardrobe of one of the upstairs bedrooms, and the prominently displayed TK Max (sale) price tag on the dress hanging in another wardrobe.

When I emerged from the showhome, they must have spotted something on my face as they were quick to point out that the actual house comes in Magnolia.

They are going to ring me, but frankly, I'm not holding my breath.

Mr Grumpy Writes (again)

Took my sister to hospital today.

The Hospital car park was full with a very long queue, which we kind of expected. I dropped her off and went to find another place to park. I found an NCP multi-storey - it was pretty full so I needed to get a long way up before finding a space. As I came down the stairs I noticed the familiar stench of urine, but then I noticed a huge number of discarded bits of foil with burn marks - the stuff the junkies use to heat up the Heroin. There were so many it was hard to walk down the stairs - I had to miss several steps to avoid them.

I feel sorry for drug addicts. I think all drugs should be legalised.

As it is NCP must be paying (not much I suspect) to some poor soul to clean this stuff up - it had gone by the time we got back.

Whilst we were kept waiting more than 40 minutes beyond the appointed time, with no explanation or apology, staff kept appearing and calling out people's names. A nurse (I think) came in and mumbled something that might have been "Balbir Sandhu" but she said it without conviction. There was one lady who looked as if she might be of Indian or Asian extraction - so the Nurse looked at her and demanded "what's your name?" The woman told her, and it became obvious (as it already to was to the woman herself and presumably most of the rest of us) that she wasn't the person concerned.

We were stunned - this was like something from a 70's sitcom about funny foreign names. I don't claim to be an expert by any means, but I do try.