Soooo, apparently we’ve been given 90 days’ notice. Our landlords, bless their entrepreneurial little hearts, want to sell the house. Right out from under the snortlepig, who with typical fortitude is coping with the situation by having the milks.
To the landlords I say: Is it. To the snortlepig I say: Stop thrusting your fingers up my nose while you drink, it isn’t Nice.
Then, being of a calm and sunny nature, I turn tranquilly to TradeMe and start browsing through the houses. Whether I am calm because I’ve never been a fan of this house in the first place, or because the snortlepig thrust too far and lobotomised me, I cannot say. But hoo boy, there are some ugly houses out there.