My unit in the non-salubrious suburb of Orelia is ready for occupation by our son Martin. We; friends and family, have helped shift Martin’s gear in and he will probably move in later this week. It is a two bedroom second story unit and getting some of the heavy gear up two flights of stairs was a bit of a struggle. Daughter Helen’s husband James did most of the heavy lifting on the final load this morning. Thanks James, Graham and Dennis.
Previously it was rented and the last tenants were an Indian family. They were good tenants, but family comes first and Martin was keen to have his own place. Their lease ended and I didn’t offer them a new term.
The Strata company which looks after the whole block of units sent me a letter following a complaint by another tenant that my tenants were hanging their washing on a balcony and as that contravened a local by-law they must be instructed to stop the practice. By the time I received the letter the tenants had vacated the property. Yesterday brother Graham and I checked out the outdoor clothesline area which has not been used for months, maybe years, as marauding groups of indigenous youths kick down sections of the steel fence and steal all manner of property. Yesterday as we approached the hanging area, a group of about 10 youths had kicked in the fence and climbed a wall to go swimming in the pool. We were threatened with death and I am ashamed to admit that a single incident like that caused prejudices that I didn’t think I had.
I expect most readers know of suburbs like this one no matter where they live.
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