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Hey peeps. Things are good - airconditioners are installed, and today and electrician comes out to hook them up. Life is sweet.
It took a fair while to do, though - they arrived around 11:30am, and finished at about 5pm. Fortunately Leyton brought lunch, so in between bouts of them hammer-drilling into the walls, we watched Arrested Development.
I visited Mum last night - apparently she is going home today, and I too am making my way to Chez Stafford for the next few weeks. I’ll be back at the Gabba periodically to enjoy my new aircon, and take care of business that can’t be taken care of from there.
I should explain the reason for yesterday’s post being titled “Ball Bag”. We were laughing on Sunday night remembering how Reggie from Big Brother pronounced it on the show one night. Insert your own impression here. Anyway, next morning, things were normal, until I’m showing the air con installers the still-in-box airconditioner, which I only then notice have “Ball Bag” graffitied all over the box. They didn’t mention it, and neither did I.
Lara Day today - well … half day - and next week we’ve decided will be her last week. Ah, the end of an era. I hope Brenden bitches about his personal life during the day, or things will get quite boring!