recap

to make up for the near silence of almost a week, here’s a quick recap of the last few days

the bad luck

as siggimus found himself at the peak of his luck, he met with jonkurteiz, who’s in town with his saga for christmas at the lieutenant colonel’s place for a bit of white wine from a bucket, courtesy of the lieutenant colonel

after a glass or two, jonkurteiz’ ulcer starts acting up & siggimus squeals with heartburn, so both of them cut the night short, after a short discussion on the current whereabouts of karel ulrik, who seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth

getting home at around 2 am, siggimus crawls into bed, only to jump out of it again 10 mins later, run for the bathroom & regurgitate something wicked

a 13 hour hurlorama of hell ensued, during most of which siggimus wished for death to ease the suffering a bit

out of consideration for the faint-hearted part of the readership, all graphic descriptions & photographs will be withheld

the healing

fortunately, siggimus has a lot of six feet under, series one around to keep him company during the healing process

for the healing didn’t come easy

the signing, attempt i

tuesday, noon, siggimus heads his weakish self to the real estate agent to sign his name a few times

as it turns out, the other party didn’t. phonecall went something like this:

‘hello? this is the real estate agent. weren’t you supposed to come here & sign the papers today?’

‘aha’

‘i see’

‘mhmmm’

‘well, i’m sorry that we forgot to tell you, but let’s try and reschedule, shan’t we?’

sure enough, rescheduling is done

the signing, attempt ii

this time around, all the needed parties actually show up & siggimus brings out his special pen, all eager to use it to scribble his name

well, siggimus does get a chance to do that (& quite a number of times, actually), but only inbetween listening to the real estate agent reading out every tiring little detail of the numbingly boring small print

& that’s one serius broad

not one for spicing things up by doing funny voices or anything like that

so, siggimus gets to sign his name a couple of million times (on the contract itself he actually gets to sign all three copies twice ’cause the special pen has black ink, resulting in a signature that could apparently be faked in any half decent photocopier) during the 100 minute or so ceremony. & a good thing, for if he hadn’t gotten to do a bit of signing, he could easily have fallen asleep to the droning voice of that real estate woman

the good luck

now the little good luck fairies are back to watching over siggimus, who has regained most of his health & appetite for christmas

& he is moving in to his new place in the first half of january 🙂

this should bring you up to speed on the adventures of siggimus & his cows

happy christmas, all!