Waagh, my knee! The pain - the pain!! It's all weird and non-specific but in one particular place all at the same time. It's almost the kind of pain that makes you laugh. Anyone know that?
House hunting for rentals today - to see ONE open inspection in Melbourne, it took me six hours of public transport. Missus has the car outta town.
I had it all planned out and then the first bus arrived early. Extra early, even - I'd set my mobile ahead to be safe. Throw in the next bus being a bit late, a super busy highway with no crossings dividing me from my target and an inspection window shortened to ten minutes and I was running around in black dress shoes and a brand new suit. Knee suddenly went clicky - like when the missus sat on it and it bent the wrong way. I got there on time, but we're unlikely to get it anyway. Bah!
Missed my original bus back, then sat at the wrong platform at the train station, then the train home had to stop half way, connecting buses didn't show up, then I got sent back to the train for another two stops after which the bus home wouldn't let me in because he was convinced I wanted the OTHER bus that would require yet more walking on a very sore knee. And I helped a friend miss their flight because I didn't correct them on the time difference... d-oh!
I would've loved to have spent all that time pixelling!
If any of you are fabulously wealthy landowners looking to rent out in eastern Melbourne, I'd love to know.