We moved house recently. I’m not too sure how it happened. It just did. Very, very quickly.

I’d had this idea that maybe we should find somewhere more comfortable. The few of you who have visited us will appreciate this sentiment.

Anyway, I mentioned it to our landlady a while ago, knowing that she owns roughly a third of Cork. She said she’d keep us in mind.

So one Thursday when I was off work, I spotted her in the car park outside our flat and wandered out to see her, just to mention that our hot water was still not working properly. She acknowledged this and blamed her plumber/electrician/ jack of all trades (or whatever the Polish version of Jack is). But she also told me that she had another house for rent only 50 metres from where we were standing. The rent was a wee bit higher but she assured me that it was a much nicer place.

So I went and had a look and, sure enough, she was right. This new place was much better.

The only problem was, it was advertised to rent in that evening’s paper and I had to make a decision on the spot.

Well what was I to do? I phoned Jane at work to ask if it was ok to make a decision without her.

She decided that I could make a decision on my own.

So I decided to ask my landlady for some time to make a decision.

Then I decided to phone Jane again, just to make sure that she had decided that it was my decision.

She had.

I decided.

We moved.

Jane liked the new place.

Thank God for that.

It’s just as well I’m such a good decision maker.

 

Being so close, we managed to move in one evening with a little help from my good friend and drummer Kalle.