I was at work on time. Today my crewmate was almost late though. That hasn't mattered really, because it is now 12 o'clock, and we still haven't started the ambulance yet, let alone answered a call.
Last night Sally (the eccentric landlady) called and told me that she was going to have an open house on Saturday morning. After looking at my diary, I realized that I would like to be sleeping on Saturday morning (don't we all) especially after a night shift (Friday nights must be the same the world over). Not good, but it is her house, so who am I to complain.
Also in the course of the discussion, I did ask if that while Jane and Mum were over, and I had to pay rent another place, could I have some money off my rent. Cheeky I know, but if you don't ask you don't get. Anyway, she said no.
After a long period of though about the whole situation (about 3 minutes – have you ever noticed when it is the right thing to do, the decision is easy to make straight way) I decided what to do. I called Sally back and told her I will be moving out as soon as feasible possible (realistically, although I didn't tell her, it will be when everyone arrives at Easter).
As you know, she thinks I'm all right, and the other two fellows in the house are the ones who have been causing trouble. She was saying to me "What if I don't charge you rent while Jane is here" and "How about if the sale of the house is by appointment only?" (I had said that I am going to find it hard to sleep during the day with people traipsing around the house, if I had been on nights.)
All very nice offers but she wants to sell the house, and I am really not terribly happy living there anymore. I seem to be the only one who does tidy up (am I being paranoid) and mop/vacuum the floors, clean the bathroom/kitchen, and generally look after the place. The other two had said last night "If Sally wants to sell the house, then she needs to come and clean it herself."
They couldn't see the point that we live there, and it should be tidy/presentable anyway, and it doesn't take much to mop the floor/do the washing up – yes I know, all things that I am not particularly good at myself, but I do try.
This has been getting me down a little, so I think it is best if I am gone. It's only 2 ½ weeks left, so I'll put up with it.
So what was the good news I hear you ask? Well, Jane and my plans about her moving out here to live permanently are starting to gel. I have asked for some leave in July to fly back to the UK to pack up the house, ship out our goods, and then fly back with everyone. Get your requests in early if you want to visit us/us to visit you, as I'll be very busy I feel. 
I hope Sally isn't to upset – actually, I'm not that bothered either way – but I know that Jane will be happy that the plans are in place for coming out. Now all I need is her visa in place. I'll get that going tomorrow.
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