Tenant came last night and cleaned the outside room. Took everything outside, cleaned the floor, then brought most things back inside.
First issue: When he looked at the room, it was all 'no worries, I'll make a plan were to store your things', and now it's 'I just want it out, so where do you want me to put it?' Actually, not quite as extreme, as he's also looking for a solution ... but I don't like the before and after. I'll mention that this evening, when he comes back to carry on.
On the whole though, I'm still positive. He told me some of his life story - well, pretty much his whole family history.
I slept quite well, and woke very early. Made fresh coffee and spent time trying to re-integrate poor Lady Jane! She is still getting hissed, spat, and growled at by everyone! I gave her her medication last night - although she tried to push it out of her mouth with her tongue, she didn't struggle at all in my arms!
Load shedding again from six to eight tonight ... same again tomorrow night ... I really am sick and tired of this shit. DA was saying today how our president is riding in a golden coach (he's currently visiting the UK), while we're - quite literally - in the dark.
Anyway, better publish now ... it's ten to five.
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