saturday in the park

Well I doubt I'll get to the park today, not even to Park Row where the School's offices are based, as this is the day that I get serious about the hunt ... for an apartment that is. A couple of interesting alternatives have presented themselves on the net, in Hockley, Lace Market and Ropewalk Court, each with different agents in different parts of the city, so I'll let my fingers do the walking initially on the trusty "dog and bone".


Being up early gives me pause to consider my trip to "the city" yesterday.
60 quid and most of the day to spend 5 minutes with my "account manager" in London while he pushed a few buttons on his computer and pronounced me the same "David Lamond" as the one in Austraila who applied for the account to be opened gave me cause to wonder about the monumental waste of time and money. On the other hand, it does mean I am now "liquid" and able to transact, so it can't be all bad. And the young fellow who looked after me is pleasant and competent enough, so I could have done worse.

I continue to keep an eye on what is happening in Oz, discovering that PM Kevin Rudd says that the short term future in Australia is bleak and, worse, that "Roy" (Andrew Symonds) has gone walkabout in the Nothern Territory, catching fish instead of cricket balls at practice with the Australian XI and has been sent home to think about his priorities.

That being said, the UK Chancellor, Alistair Darling, is painting a not dissimilar picture about the UK economy (worst position in 60 years) and poor old Steve Harmison is getting a serve for making himself available for the English XI so the broad frameworks are not so many poles apart. The Times will be part of my daily read, although I won't be letting the Sydney Morning Herald go in a hurry. Ah well, hi ho hi ho, it's off to the hunt we go ....