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So it’s been almost a month (A MONTH!) since the fucking door fell off my fucking oven, and so far nothing has been done. After some back-and-forthing with the landlady she gave me the name of a handyman to get an estimate on the repair price. A handyman who never picks up his phone.
Then the other day the landlady got in touch saying she wanted to meet up in person to tell me a couple of things. So we did that. In part it was about putting the rent up in February, to an amount we both agreed on. Plus some talk about who was going to be in charge of the community stuff. And then somehow she got in touch with the handyman, who said he’d get back to me about a price on the oven door repair. But you know what…?
Fuck it. I’m just going to buy a new oven. This one! Which is fairly basic, but should actually work. Even before the door fell off my present oven, it only had one tempurature (ON!) and the overhead grill had half its elements burnt out. So why repair the fucking door? Of course the landlady won’t agree to buying a new oven after “splashing out” on the new split (which also isn’t working at the moment, more on that later).
But WHATEVER. I am good with the agreed-upon new rent starting in February, and I still haven’t found anywhere I like better. So getting a new oven that costs 300€ – hey, that’s less than a hairdryer 😉 – will be worth it, even if I end up moving some time over the next year. And I’ll also forgo the airfryer so the oven will end up costing next to nothing. 🙂
After a crazy RAINY week the sun is back and the streets in Sevilla are looking all shiny and festive. I’ve also decked the halls here at Casa Az with my annual poinsettia header, and the snow started falling on the blog December 1st. Starting to get that Christmas feeling. How about you?
Yep, this is how we live it up on Friday night at Casa Az…
So I got a new duvet, a bit bigger, a bit warmer… and as you can see, the cats love it. Especially Morcilla who adorably gets under it with me during the night. But every morning when the cats know I’m awake, they all pile on top of me. Then huddle together after I get up. My furry little heat-seeking missiles.
A few months ago I saw this sofa in the window of El Corte Inglés and I WANTED IT. I mean, it’s nothing terribly exciting, but I love its simplicity and clean lines. But I also know that no soft furnishings would ever last around here. What’s weird is that I have never actually wanted a sofa before, precisely for this reason. At present an old