Made Sydney home for 5 years; am now in the tedious process of packing up, storing (whatever the point of that is) and scrambling for cash to pay for tickets and other miscellaneous travel- and move-related expenses.
The recently moved in neighbour to our right has a dog. At least I think it is a dog. One cannot be too sure, as noises emitted from flat on right could be one of several options:
A) Extremely old person kept prisoner in flat by deranged relative until reading of will (post death of course).
B) Mentally unstable individual on verge of complete mind cessation, which would pose immediate threat to occupants of surrounding flats (thought a lot about this when was home alone and also reading horror-novel).
C) Neglected child left alone during days by someone much like individual described in option B.
D) A dog. With a very odd un-dog-like wail.
Off it goes; whoooooooa… whooooooooooooooaaaaa... Perhaps should make a report to real estate agent? Except we are currently at war with same, and so trying to limit contact as much as possible.
Really should get back to packing. Or at least cleaning up in flat. Oh dear. Just wish the effing dog would shut the eff up!
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