Tennants, who needs em

Most of you know we didn't sell our place in the UK as the property market has gone down so much. We decided to rent the property out for 6 months and hope that property might start to rise. Well, I wanted to sell it and still wish we had.

Over the weekend, I received an alarming email from our old next door neighbours informing me of an incident that had occurred in our home. I also had a facebook message from my friend who lives a couple of doors up from where we lived and a text message from a friend who drove passed.

It was alarming enough that the police were involved, had to break the door in to get inside and then inform our estate agent. I was quickly on the phone to our managing agents insisting they get their butts around there quick smart to inspect the property and insure there was no structural damage.

Apparently the renters had a fight. He broke all his girlfriends personal possessions and then threw them all out onto the street along with all her clothes and other belongings. The main road in to town. Can you believe it? What people have we got living in our house? He has his own professional business and I thought they would be reliable tennants.

Thank god there was no damage to the house. He promises to still pay the rent (now on his own) and says it will never happen again. He wrote the neighbours an apology letter and also the estate agent. I just hope it never happens again otherwise I will be insisting we sell it. Pronto.

Talk about airing their dirty laundry. Quite literally.

The Girls Night Out

It was on after all. After a load of text messages going around all day about the weather conditions causing too much of a problem on the roads, they decided to change the day. However, at about 6.15pm, they decided to go out after all. So it was a mad rush to get ready and get Oliver ready for bed before his Daddy had to put him down to bed.

It was a lovely night. We went to The Olive Branch which is one of my favourite restaurants and they also bought me a lovely gift from my favourite shop in Wimborne called Mine, previously mentioned here.

I really am going to miss them but my friends and family back in Australia are waiting for me.

The Streets of Wimborne

Below are some scenes that you would see on the Streets of Wimborne.

And a little bit further away but still in Dorset (where the best beaches in England exist)

Christmas Parade

It was the Wimborne Christmas parade today. Oh my god, the crowds, it was crazy. It was such a lovely atmosphere. There were morris dancers, marching bands, lots and lots of people and no rain! Oliver and I went along and he had a ball, thanks to the steam engines and the tractors that were there.

I think every man and his dog was there. It is a quaint little village, I do like living here and usually you run into someone you know, like today. You can see it was a miserable grey day though.

Do towns in Australia do this sort of thing?