I’ve have been looking for a rental unit in lower north shore for a while now. I am a bit over Hornsby(though I kinda love the greenery and the bushland shire feel it has to offer — my weakness), will give you that Russ… and I’m dead bored here so am trying to move out of this place. But its not always easy to find a place even if for a short time… Far worse none of the ads in papers or on the internet EVER tell you if they take pets which means you have to call them or find out when you visit…

After inspecting three rather nice places in the Lower north shore last Saturday there was one that I kinda liked… well, the long and the short of it: I didn’t get the Unit. This was the one right of Mosman Wharf with gorgeous views. Someone had already applied for it and had everything approved and checked between Saturday arvo and Monday 9 am! G-zuz!! Some people don’t have a blimin’ life… not even on a weekend!!!!

Never mind I consoled myself by gorging myself with food and copious amounts of beer and said to myself … well… I would get something nice… all in good time … I am BORED of Hornsby though, I really AM!!… and so is my cat. And she is bored of the neighbours cat too. Meooow! *headbutt*

David and I had dinner at RSL Mosman Tuesday night. Little goss for you… I think we saw James Strong the Qantas big-wig at the table next to us. What can I say, we dine with the stars… and just the other day we had Hugo Weaving at the next table at Ma-Jong Room with his women entourage, *rolls eyes* ahhh!! They never leave me alone, do they?