Back again
It's summer and this rodent is bored, so when the conversation of this blog came up at a party the other day the Weasel started to feel a little nostalgic for time spent scratching his fur in search of inspiration.
hmm so what has changed in the intervening 10 months, well apart from the inevitable adding of another inch to his ever expanding weasel girth, that is?
In an all too familiar Dubai story the new Weasel abode, purchased as a desperate attempt to get away from horrendous rent rises, rather predictably, is still surrounded by cranes and the only people sleeping there wear blue overalls.
Today was supposed to be moving-in day, confidently given 6 months ago. That date was already 7 months to a year late according to the brochure or the agent which ever you believe.
Anywhere else in the world and the lawyers would be sharpening their quills, but here there is no recourse of any kind so we wait the developers next installment of the work of fiction that is their handover schedule.
Naturally no-one has has had the decency to give the Weasel a new date but since it will likely be more lies even when it does come, he's not holding his breath.
October is the crunch date, that's when the greedy bitch that owns the current Weasel abode will come up with another 30% increase to match last year's, if the new pad is still not finished by then, homelessness beckons.
Salik day tomorrow, charging the video to take some shots of expected chaos though radio was already hinting at an amnesty until the tags are properly distributed, the Weasel has had a tag for a couple of weeks but still no account number so there's no way to add cash to the account, just a small symptom of how totally ill thought out this whole scheme really is. DW.
hmm so what has changed in the intervening 10 months, well apart from the inevitable adding of another inch to his ever expanding weasel girth, that is?
In an all too familiar Dubai story the new Weasel abode, purchased as a desperate attempt to get away from horrendous rent rises, rather predictably, is still surrounded by cranes and the only people sleeping there wear blue overalls.
Today was supposed to be moving-in day, confidently given 6 months ago. That date was already 7 months to a year late according to the brochure or the agent which ever you believe.
Anywhere else in the world and the lawyers would be sharpening their quills, but here there is no recourse of any kind so we wait the developers next installment of the work of fiction that is their handover schedule.
Naturally no-one has has had the decency to give the Weasel a new date but since it will likely be more lies even when it does come, he's not holding his breath.
October is the crunch date, that's when the greedy bitch that owns the current Weasel abode will come up with another 30% increase to match last year's, if the new pad is still not finished by then, homelessness beckons.
Salik day tomorrow, charging the video to take some shots of expected chaos though radio was already hinting at an amnesty until the tags are properly distributed, the Weasel has had a tag for a couple of weeks but still no account number so there's no way to add cash to the account, just a small symptom of how totally ill thought out this whole scheme really is. DW.
posted by Desert_Weasel at 10:50 am
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