Phoebe wet the bed on Monday morning. Apparently it's something to do with the pressure she's feeling at school. She's in a year 2 class and has effectively missed out on a couple of terms which isn't helping. Not surprisingly Phoebe is also in reading recovery - learning phonics in the UK and now something completely different over here in combination with the two missing terms and all the upheaval. It seems that the reading recovery is at a slightly lower level than the class teacher expects, which smacks of a lack of communication somewhere. Di spoke with her class teacher, an English woman who was rather unhelpful, shrugging her shoulders and declaring she didn't know what to do. Di sought out the assistant principal, who was a lot more helpful and a lot more concerned and promised to observe the class. Apparently lots of shouting takes place in class, according to Phoebe. Hmm.
I received a phone call from the estate agent who was after some dates to arrange viewings. I asked him to email through a number of days so that we could be clear what was available. He wanted to bring his whole team through tomorrow, but I claimed this was too short a time frame. Taking the matter up with the rental agent, we were advised that as no notification of sale had been received, that we were not to let anyone in. Suits us. I responded to the estate agent directing him to duke it out with the rental agent and leave me alone. No sooner had I done this that the rental agent was on the phone advising us that notification had now been received. Thus I again emailed the estate agent, this time with three dates/times that we would be available. He wanted Sundays, but he got Saturdays.
Di decided the job she was looking at wasn't really for her. The bit about being on call 24/7 and potentially unblocking toilets at 4AM was what decided for her in the end. She has now decided that she wants to be a licensed real estate agent! Apparently a mutual friend has already qualified but isn't making a go of it. She lacks the ability to spin a yarn that Di is capable of. To that effect, we drove into Tauranga and signed up at the Bay of Plenty Polytechnic for a 2 week course. This cost $791. What an odd figure. Once qualified, another $500 is required to be issued with an "MREINZ" licence and then Di can start flogging houses. While we were there, I visited the "Rock Shop", which is a music shop and scored a couple of sets of strings for the guitar. $18 each.
I received an email telling me I'd not got short listed for a job in Rotorua. I wasn't really keen on it anyway, but the salary would have been rather large and therefore quite attractive. I was actually quite relieved that my lung function wouldn't be gradually degraded.
Phoebe seemed to have had a better day and did report that the AP had been in class. Time will tell if all is now well. Di went Zumba-ing with Vicky and when they got back I went for a run into the mount and back.
Monday night was dry - thankfully. We received the official notification of sale in the post this morning. A fairly standard sort of letter which basically spelt out that we couldn't unreasonably refuse access. This is loosely interpreted as arranged at least 24 hours in advance and as we've already given some dates, it was pretty much a NO-OP.
Amazon spewed forth the first of the books I ordered - "Ajax - The Definitive Guide". Light reading it is not, at two inches thick. Still, it did make it to NZ in about a week (from Germany, apparently). The other five or so books are still in transit.
Rhiannon's friend's parents descended on us at around 5PM. Apparently they have Tuesdays off and get out on their bike all over the shop. We hadn't really met them other than a few words when picking up their daughter and it was most pleasant to have a good chat to a pair of Poms who had been over here a few years. Apparently Joyce's brother was lecturing at the Poly but has just jumped on a plane back to Scotland. He's in for a rude awakening when he lands, as it's about -10°C over there right now. Tee Hee. He was teaching computer science, and the rather confused message from Rhiannon about all of this turned out to be about Java, which I know not a lot about
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