Finished packing a stack of books into boxes. Books are very heavy, so I only packed them half way and filled the remainder of the box with linen. They were still heavy, but manageable.
I had listed some items on ebay, and amongst all the bits and pieces I had up for sale was an old trailer. Despite the trailer’s decrepit condition I felt sad in offering it for sale as I had built it as a young man, and it was my first major welding project. It was really very badly rusted, and the photographs I posted clearly showed holes in the metal. It sold, the guy who got it seemed happy, and once more ebay amazes me.
I got only one box filled with crockery. It’s slow going.
So far, I hadn’t heard anything as to our idea of dumping the solicitor in favour of dealing directly with Melody in the rental of our property. We have to stay in the house past settlement date and the legal fees for setting up such an arrangement is to cost $300. S was wondering if we should get the solicitor’s phone number. I had a better idea. I rang Melody and put the idea to her directly. Without hesitation she said, “paying the solicitor set up fees was stupid,” and was happy to have an informal arrangement. We’ll put $350 in her hand when she visits some time next week. So that’s organised.
Later in the day Fay, our conveyancer, rang in response to a message I had left, regarding the same issue. She said that she had contacted Melody’s solicitor, and as Melody was on a rostered day off today was not contactable. She said I would have to wait until next week for an answer. I was just off the phone to Melody and got it sorted. The reason I was able to speak her was because she was at home. They’re all next to useless.
06 June 2008
05 June 2008
Checking out used cars
I wasn’t able to locate a suitable used ute in Canberra, but I had spotted a few on the carsales web site over the last few weeks. I had been making enquiries about it by email, and arranged to see it when I got to Melbourne. So, we took a drive to a little town a few kms north of Craigieburn to see it.
The owner wasn’t present, but her mother was there. And so we had to put up with Carmel, an Irish woman who could talk you to distraction, but couldn’t say a thing about the car. It was an average vehicle, without a spare wheel, toolkit, roadworthy certificate, and had a driver’s door that wouldn’t close properly. I had to pull the door very hard to close it. And having to deal with Pat, the owner’s father, who would hardly budge on price. We eventually agreed on a price but I had to organise the RWC myself. Normally, that’s something the seller does. I couldn’t get the car booked into the local repair shop, which was another little town, even further north of Melbourne.
No, this was just too much trouble for a car that I wasn’t 100% happy with.
I had a look at another ute, late in the evening. It was difficult to see much at night, but this ute was certainly a fine car. I had rang the owner in the afternoon after spotting it on the carsales website. She seemed a pleasant sounding young woman. We made arrangements to meet at a service station midway between my place and her home. The test drive went well. Without driving the car very far indeed, I immediately fell into the its-like-driving-a-new-car experience. Of course, this was at night, and that has disadvantages. Although the bodywork seemed fine, I might be missing a lot of flaws. But I was keen enough on it to want a second look in daylight. The car we saw in the morning wasn’t a patch on this one. We made arrangements to see it in daylight, but Sunday was the earliest opportunity I could arrange with the owner as she used the car for work and did a lot of country driving. This car was a definitely a possibility.
The owner wasn’t present, but her mother was there. And so we had to put up with Carmel, an Irish woman who could talk you to distraction, but couldn’t say a thing about the car. It was an average vehicle, without a spare wheel, toolkit, roadworthy certificate, and had a driver’s door that wouldn’t close properly. I had to pull the door very hard to close it. And having to deal with Pat, the owner’s father, who would hardly budge on price. We eventually agreed on a price but I had to organise the RWC myself. Normally, that’s something the seller does. I couldn’t get the car booked into the local repair shop, which was another little town, even further north of Melbourne.
No, this was just too much trouble for a car that I wasn’t 100% happy with.
I had a look at another ute, late in the evening. It was difficult to see much at night, but this ute was certainly a fine car. I had rang the owner in the afternoon after spotting it on the carsales website. She seemed a pleasant sounding young woman. We made arrangements to meet at a service station midway between my place and her home. The test drive went well. Without driving the car very far indeed, I immediately fell into the its-like-driving-a-new-car experience. Of course, this was at night, and that has disadvantages. Although the bodywork seemed fine, I might be missing a lot of flaws. But I was keen enough on it to want a second look in daylight. The car we saw in the morning wasn’t a patch on this one. We made arrangements to see it in daylight, but Sunday was the earliest opportunity I could arrange with the owner as she used the car for work and did a lot of country driving. This car was a definitely a possibility.
04 June 2008
Melbourne bound
I need to go home. I’m feeling anxious over everything that needs to be done, and S’s left in Melbourne by herself. Fortunately, there was no resistance from the boss, and I hit the Hume Highway for Melbourne once again. How many trips will this be?
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