A Short Week

After that week (of work, obviously) I needed a couple of days off. Monday was hot again, and – like many days off, I spent it cooking, cleaning, washing and shopping. And then, finally, it was all over – the 1 in 3000 yr event (apparently. So I’d expect another one in a couple of years). Cool again. Hooray.

That was about the only event last week. That and the routine housing inspection by the letting agent which led to a conversation that went a little like this.

Fiona: “How did you cope with the heat?”
Me: “Not too bad, just not easy sleeping at night...” blah blah – you’ve heard it already.
Fiona: “You’ve got AC, haven’t you?”
Me: “It’s not enough to cool the room, so I haven’t been using it.”
Fiona: “Should work, I’ll have a quick look... Where’s the remote...Oh, OK. That’s not cold enough. No. Definitely not working. I’ll get someone to have a look at it for you.”

D’Oh.

The other advantage of having to clean the house was that I found the missing part to the bike pump, so I now have fully functional tyres.


Anyway Wednesday I got to work at 9 to find the rota had changed and that I should have been in at 8. Nice to know that they were vaguely concerned that I wasn’t there without phoning, though. Wednesday evening I had the choice of going to see Adelaide Utd play an Asian Cup match, or of going to see a Latin band. Instead I went out for Thai with a group from work. Unable to drink as I was on call, and therefore had to have the car with me (I’ve been called in once previously – see it does happen), but the food was excellent.

Thursday I was working the evening so had a bit of a lie-in, and despite being on call, I got off at 1am. I didn’t have much to do so I went to Semaphore to see the kite festival. It was only the first day and there were no special events on, but there were kites flying and I got to wonder around in the sun. Semaphore counts as alternative for Adelaide – lots of op (charity) shops and bargain shops with a few selling stuff made from recycled stuff. Not much open on Good Friday, just a few cafes. Even many of the pubs were closed – they take Easter much more seriously here. In fact they do Easter, instead of it just being a few days off when you usually see family. And Hot Cross Buns are huge here. Did I ever mention the chocolate ones? What’s the point of that?