Will’s View

We have been in our share-house for a while now, and recently we received a letter saying that we were due for an inspection by the Property Manager. So, in preparation we did a bit of a tidy-up. Well, the others did. I managed to clear enough space on my floor so that I could get to my desk. In any case, an effort was made to make the place look ship-shape.

On the appointed day, at the appointed time, the Property Manager arrived. Talking loudly on her mobile phone, she fumbled with her keys whilst one of my other housemates opened the door for her. Nodding discretely, mouthing “Thanks” and pointing at her phone she started her tour of the premises.

This was the most cursory of inspections. She continued talking to some poor soul on the other end about wine bars and the social acceptability of drinking one’s sorrows away on a Thursday, whilst cheerily wandering around. I am still not sure if there was any particular plan being followed, or whether time was just being wasted so that there were no guilty feelings about leaving early to go to the afore-, and often-mentioned wine bar.

After this perfunctory preview of the house, she spent another ten minutes on the phone in my house-mate’s room, interrupting her somewhat constructive study. The phone call ended in due course—among much talking of wine, and bars—and the Property Manager then asked if we had any issues. Egged on by who-knows-what, we were then regaled with a sad tale involving Microsoft’s Mail Merge, and labels. I forget how it ends, but I’m sure it was sad.

Then, off into the sunset rode the Property Manager, most likely to get sloshed at a wine bar. Is this the normal course of events?

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