Sometimes I can’t stand this place. Yesterday’s bad news has been confirmed. You cannot buy a house in Amsterdam for less than 177.000 guilders unless you work in the city or area, or have already been living in Amsterdam for at least 2 years.
It’s just maddening, the rules and regulations in this country. I feel so restricted here sometimes. Suffocated. If only we had more s p a c e .
I’d looked forward to seeing that house on Wilhelminastreet and I had a good feeling about it. Maybe I should get myself a real estate agent (like most people do) to find me a place. They at least know all the rules and can form a buffer between me and the big bad housing world out there.
I wish it was Thursday evening… me in London behind a pint of something bittersweet.
Feel free to slap me for whining.
Some good news too: a while back someone working for a Dublin magazine asked me to help them get an interview with Gavin Friday. The interview happened last Thursday & Gavin suggested the journalist give me the interview for the web site. The journalist mailed me to say he’ll have it ready around Wednesday. Nice one, Gav. It still surprises me when he shows this kind of interest in the site, and it puts a smile on my face.
I got a lot more faxes from hotels in London – I’m pleased to notice that the one I booked last week is cheaper than all these later ones.
I’ve been thinking of putting some of my childhood diaries on line – I’m sure it will be a good laugh & perhaps cathartic.