short skirt, windy day

Lauren and I just got home from some castings (more about that later) to voices at the top of the stairs. we were met by an irish man and a greek man who said to us 'hope you're not going back to number 22?' err.. yes we were in fact hoping to go back to 22… why?

turns out they're taking away one of the bunk beds after Lauren woke up this morning speckled with bites.

We visited the receptionist at the doctor's office across the road who (after 10 minutes of speedy italian phone conversation with too many giggles to be work related) laughed in our face when we tried to make an appointment 'two weeegs teeel nest awailable abbointment'.. let me also point out that this was a completely empty doctors surgery in the suburbs on thursday morning. two weeks my ass.

then after casting number one, went to doctor number two who had no available appointments until three pm, the same time as casting number three.

a visit to the chemist later and Lauren was prescribed some ointment for her mystery bumps. Calls were made, voices were raised and it was decided that something needed to be done about what we guess are bed bugs… although I just assumed this meant they'd spray some mortein around then wash the sheets and hope for the best.

So now our lovely wooden double sized bunk beds are being swapped for ugly wobbly metal, single sized bunk beds, no word on whether the couch is allowed back in. We may need to picnic on the floor.

I do not like bed bugs/fleas/mites/creepy crawlies but in the back of my mind, they have always gone hand in hand with backpacker hostels. I'm quite surprised that our complaint has warranted a complete bedroom makeover.. glad though.

Ooh, what do you know. The mortein has just surfaced. New beds assembled, new mattresses, pillows, sheets. New couch, sans mattress, awfully uncomfortable and sunken. Better than fleas.

I'm not feeling terribly articulate tonight so i'll just go through the highlights:

man on the street dancing the salsa with what looked like a blowup doll (sad i didn't get a picture of that one), adorable friendly fluffy puppy dog at casting number two, jellybeans from the chemist (the best kind), cone shaped sushi, excellent woman at casting number three who was an odd kind of beautifully voluptuous, with swollen ankles, sans shoes, deep tan (real or fake i couldn't determine), thick black rimmed coke bottle glasses and a deep husky voice. I don't know if i'll ever see her again but the good feeling she conjured up from me has stuck around all afternoon. this lovely woman's house/office is worth a mention too.. a facade of a stable but through the beautiful rustic door lay a separate house, Mediterranean style with a big open courtyard in the middle, dark wooden flooring and a beautiful airy feel. (after seeing 'a single man' i can't get enough of these open courtyards in the middle of houses, such an excellent idea)

Lowlight: short skirt, windy day. i think everyone in sydney will now recognise me by my blue knickers.