Freeeeeeee

I went on leave as of last night. I am still really tired and achy and don't expect to be properly with it for a few days. I do have a mysterious package to pick up from a post office. Usually they're trained to leave them but this must be a new person. I will write something more interesting when my body lets me.

Why is it always Christmas?

Thinking of John McClane from Die Hard here, not any of those sugary northern hemisphere festivity movies. In my experience, Christmas is a time when crap tends to fall on me, probably from a team of reindeer passing overhead.

My landlord, codenamed Lydia (for her privacy, though sometimes I wonder why I care) has finally updated me on wtf has been going on since last July when, if my readers cast their minds back, I got the news that she and husband were separating and that this block was to be divided to add a granny flat. This house, btw, is about the size of a granny flat anyway. L then dropped out of contact and the last I heard was "probably September."

Time rolled on. Today she came around to talk. The division plan has been abandoned; it's not financially viable. Instead, house is to be sold between one and maybe two years on, perhaps more. If I can come up with the $, it's mine. Unfortunately I've been pondering this problem for a few years already and the banks weren't terribly forthcoming last time I sounded them out re a loan. I could write a bestseller or I could win the lottery, but I've been trying to do those for a few years also.

Yeah. Why Christmas?