Settling into life in New Zealand and house hunting like crazy. Arrived safely after a long long long long and boring stopover day in Sydney (theres not alot to do there with the exception of the Powerhouse Museum which is the national science and industry Museum - I'm a geek, I know ). Our temporary abode is an old converted big house named Pentlands. Its not the Ritz however its not half bad either. There is Internet access an some tennis courts at the back too although I've not gone out to try as I haven't played tennis since being laziest kid in Christendom who feigned injury and sudden illness every week on PE day in 3rd class at the ripe old age of 8 to get out of doing any physically exerting activity. (God does love a trier and I tried everything to get out of doing PE.)
This Temporary abode is situated in a village on the out shirts of Auckland City named Mount Eden which could only be described as Auckland's answer to Dalkey, except the pubs are replaced with several book shops, a cake shops, bakeries and even an old style sweet shop (with the sweets stored in glass jars on wall to wall shelves and a bottle shop which is down under for off license (Oooo lala!). A smashing place indeed.
The house hunting is going well but is long and tedious. Luckily my personal assistant seems to be on top of things and seems to know what he's doing. There are a lot crazies around. For example, a mad old lush from the letting agents showed us a place the other day and then puzzled over what properties she had already shown us. Puzzled indeed as she might as we had only met her 12 hours before and she had never shown us any other properties. I think she'd definitely been sniffing the ether and so while she was filling up the rag we hoped out the window and ran off into the sunset to get away (thats her in the pic). Another was a crazy Asian chick who tried to rent us a dog-box for the grand total price of a kidney a month and the souls of our first born children. I told her we'd think about and not to call us, we'd call her. :D and she never heard from us every again.
Well that's all for now. I'm off out to flounce about in the sunny sunny weather and continue the search. Hope y'all are having fun and enjoying the lovely weather a miss y'all lots (where did i put that bottle of crocodile tears) xx
Ta ta for now kiddies
Lee.
P.s I have a new NZ phone number if anyone wants it, drop me a line and let me know.
This Temporary abode is situated in a village on the out shirts of Auckland City named Mount Eden which could only be described as Auckland's answer to Dalkey, except the pubs are replaced with several book shops, a cake shops, bakeries and even an old style sweet shop (with the sweets stored in glass jars on wall to wall shelves and a bottle shop which is down under for off license (Oooo lala!). A smashing place indeed.
The house hunting is going well but is long and tedious. Luckily my personal assistant seems to be on top of things and seems to know what he's doing. There are a lot crazies around. For example, a mad old lush from the letting agents showed us a place the other day and then puzzled over what properties she had already shown us. Puzzled indeed as she might as we had only met her 12 hours before and she had never shown us any other properties. I think she'd definitely been sniffing the ether and so while she was filling up the rag we hoped out the window and ran off into the sunset to get away (thats her in the pic). Another was a crazy Asian chick who tried to rent us a dog-box for the grand total price of a kidney a month and the souls of our first born children. I told her we'd think about and not to call us, we'd call her. :D and she never heard from us every again.
Well that's all for now. I'm off out to flounce about in the sunny sunny weather and continue the search. Hope y'all are having fun and enjoying the lovely weather a miss y'all lots (where did i put that bottle of crocodile tears) xx
Ta ta for now kiddies
Lee.
P.s I have a new NZ phone number if anyone wants it, drop me a line and let me know.
I'm not jealous one little bit, house hunting in the sun sounds like an awful tedious chore, I'd sooner but stuck in a library in the fabulous Duiblin 15, wearing a bulletproof vest while attempting to get a coffee from the over priced campus canteen while dodging bullets from the armed 'westies'!! Now that's an adventure. xx
ReplyDeleteI did laugh a lot reading this!
ReplyDeleteI like the look of the hostel, who has the top bunk? xxx
hahah me of course
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