7 August, 2006

It would seem that the combination of winter, teaching and house hunting has turned me into the World’s most boring person. Winter has been nasty this year, teaching seems to have encouraged every flu strain to take up residence in my system and by Friday I tend to be a social wreck. The weekends are currently spent trolleying around open homes which, it has to be said is one of the most depressing past-times known to humanity. Add these all together and it’s not a pretty picture. My latest and greatest achievement was starting another wash for distilling spirits. Good times.

Back to house hunting though. We are slowly getting a good look at housing in Christchurch and along with it a feel for what we like and don’t like. It’s nice to be in no particular hurry to buy and be able to take our time as we look. Real estate agents seem to either like us or hate us…we have become somewhat cynically mellow while looking through houses. There is quite an art to looking cynically mellow. It’s a sort of “we have time…and this house ain’t all that” thing that seems to infuriate some agents resulting in a lecture about “jumping on opportunities” and “we have 15 offers and this is the first open home” style comments. Odd people really.

The garden is still alive but that’s about all I can say about it. House hunting has sort of killed my interest in this garden and my attention has sort of moved to my new (and as yet unknown) garden. I’ll know it when I see it but in the mean time I guess I’ll stick with being a bit boring and carry on with business as usual.