Cheering the GOAT

I was so busy waffling about travel yesterday that I didn’t tell you about the other Wednesday happenings in HouseGoesHome world.

I worked from home because a tradesman was coming over to fix my front door. I’ve been waiting more than three years for someone to fix it, so it was very important to be there.

I realised there was something wrong with my door when I first moved into my apartment. I had to close it very carefully without letting go of the knob, otherwise it would slam with a force that sounded like a bomb was going off.

A few months later a fire inspection bloke told me that if it wasn’t fixed the violent slamming would start damaging the integrity of the door jam and the building.

Getting the body corporate to approve fixing my door was a long and thankless job. I spent meeting after meeting politely asking if something could be done and my pleas would be ignored.

However, as the years have passed my power in the body corporate has grown. I’m now the person that organises just about everything (yesterday, for example, I noticed a work order had been sent out to urgently repair a wall rather than urgently QUOTE on repairing a wall … FFS … and “urgent” is a funny way to describe it as the unit owner has been asking for help for three months now … give it another two years and nine months and maybe that wall might finally get repaired).

Anyways, the bloke arrived around 2pm yesterday to install a new door closer. He even checked that I was happy with the closing speed and adjusted it when I wanted it to be a bit faster.

Fantastic!

Then I caught a bus into the city to go to my office’s social club drinks. Morale has been a little wobbly, so I wanted to show my face and have a drink or two with my colleagues, despite it involving a commute on a work-from-home day.

As I was sipping my bloody shiraz gin spritz the sound of sirens filled the air and police on motorcycles started whizzing past, followed by a convoy of black cars with little Canadian flags on them.

OMG, the Canadian Prime Minister Mark Carney! I am in love with Mark Carney, he’s a GOAT. Well, I think it was Mark Carney, but it was hard to tell because the windows were tinted. But I started cheering and waving anyway, like a Beatle was passing by.

One of my favourite Facebook political commentators (I F@#king Love Australia), is equally enamoured with Mark Carney.

He said, among other things: “So yeah. Mark Carney came to Australia, stood in our Parliament, and basically said… you and me, mate. You, me, New Zealand, the UK, Europe, Japan, South Korea. We’ve got more people, more resources, more money, and more legitimacy than the bloke trying to shake us down. Let’s act like it.

“And Australia said… pull up a chair, cousin.

“About. F#@king. Time.”

He also said: “And can we talk about the vibe between Carney and Albo for a second? Because this is genuinely heartwarming and I’m not used to feeling this way about politicians. Carney personally wrote a tweet about Albanese calling him “the only world leader who can discuss spirituality, the global economy, Vegemite hygiene and how Go-Jo was robbed at Eurovision in one go.” THE PRIME MINISTER OF CANADA KNOWS GO-JO WAS ROBBED. If that’s not the foundation of a lasting international alliance, I don’t know what is.”

Love it. Read the whole thing here.

Mark Carney knows his stuff. He’s a former Goldman Sachs exec, former Governor of the Bank of England and former Governor of the Bank of Canada. He’s super smart and a master of polite diplomacy. The exact opposite of that dangerous fool across his border.

I am stoked Mark visited Australia and (possibly) drove past the Harbour View Hotel while I was out the front drinking a spritz.

It started to rain not long afterwards, so I legged it to the bus and settled into a seat for a spot of Facebook scrolling on my way home.

I got up at my stop, tapped off, stepped on the pavement, glanced back and saw my sister tapping off behind me. We were LITERALLY sitting next to each other on the bus and didn’t even notice because we were too busy looking at cute dog videos, conspiracy theories about Jim Carrey and rants about the tangerine tyrant.

And then we wandered back to my place together.

Yesterday was much less eventful.

And the action will peak today at 3.45pm when I return to the ear vacuuming place that I visited on Monday (and parted with $100 of my hard-earned cash) to tell them it didn’t work.

Still deaf. Still have tinnitus.

Fingers crossed they can fix it. I really don’t want to have to get a referral to an ENT.

Have a great weekend.

Song of the day: WHAM “I’m your man”