Now I don’t want to be picky but if it’s grilled it’s either cooked under or over heat. If it’s ‘in’ butter it can’t be grilled surely. Sounds like a very nice ‘n tasty heart attack on a plate. Enjoy.
Got a phone call from my Tennant today. They’ve found a house they want to buy and they’re moving out. I’ve always treated them very well and sorted anything immediately. They’ve been good tenants so it’s a shame to see them go. Fair enough, good for them. It’s been a good relationship, if you can call it that. Then he tells me he wants to pay the months rent in a couple of days and clear off before the end of the month. I was shocked. I was so shocked at the proposal that I couldn’t get my head around it and when I asked to clarify moving out dates and when the contract term ends he got chippy with me and laid it on me that I was being unreasonable. Further shock. I asked about searches etc. surely they’ll take a while? He says he’s been looking at them over the weekend. Therefore on a scale of weeks and months how long has he known about this and then he drops it on me short notice. Why? Why, why why? I just don’t see the reason not to tell me before but what really pissed me off is that ‘I was the person being unreasonable’. I hadn’t even raised my voice. It was out of the blue and I wasn’t armed with the facts, so I said let’s not get out of shape, let me speak to the agent. Turns out it’s a years contract to October. There’s the rub. Surely as a line of logic, if you wanted to get out of a contract early you’d give as much notice as possible, thus giving me chance to find a new tennant seamlessly and I’d let them out of it. Bloody bonkers. So I buggered off to the tyre fitters and got the new Dunlop Roadsmart 1V’s I’d ordered fitted to loose Marchesini rims. Made me feel better.
