I met a new landlord last night who said he was a friend of my good friend Pete over at Mallams and his family who had recommended me because his current agent was so bad (nameless but begins with 'C')
It turns out this landlord's wife is midwife and works with Pete's wife. This is what they do on those long night-shifts between catching babies - complain about agents and talk about houses as well as cleaning up, smiling and being there for so many people at an amazing time in their lives, obviously. When our last baby was born we saw Pete's wife on our way out of the hospital and she offered to sort me out with two house bricks -yikes.
Unfortunately I am known to have caused my dear wife to suffer through two difficult labours because my darling girls are so special that they cause a fuss getting out and she was offering to spare her more trouble from me.
Pete's wife couldn't remember anything other than that I am Greg and we're called Bluedoor.
I asked the landlord how he had found me then
"Oh it was easy - you are in the Yellow Pages"
And there was me cursing the waste of money that was our box in the yellow thing that most people use as door stops or trip over on the bottom step of the stairs - or is that just in our house?
This is he very first time anyone has ever said that they used the old fashioned way to look me up. Maybe I will pay again next year.
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