I would love scatter scrundies and pizza boxes about the place just to be confrontational, but it’s so close to Fremantle - and after moving maaaaany times over the last four years, I just wanna stay in the same place and not have to worry about anything for a while.

I once had an owner drop in, unannounced, and ask for a look around. Being a polite tenant, I let him. Some months later when the lease ran out he issued me with a notice to vacate because there were some weeds in the garden bed and I wasn’t tidy enough.

I think it was really because I said he didn’t need to paint the back door, I’d rather he installed a heater.

The real estate agent was incredulous and negotiated some extra months. I resolved it by moving interstate.

I agree with T. Get those grungy Reg Grundies out, scatter thesis notes about, plant dishes in the sink… and get ready to move back to Sydney. :)

Juuuuila - Crap, my virtuoso skillz on the uke are going to get me run out of town *again.* I should have known!

Becky - No inspections in the Beege hey? You’re lucky. And yeah, making beds is for chumps.