Mexican brunch, then back to the real world

Yesterday Rose picked me up in front of the train station (after doing the school/garderie drop off) and we drove to Monica's for the Mexican brunch. She lives the other side of Lausanne (Cugy) in a nice place. Only thing is they have a pylon in their backyard (as in a large electricity thing). Yikes, it's huge. She made enchilladas (chicken) which were yummy and Rose had made a white chocolate cheesecake which was so rich and delicious. I gave them each a bag of SR flour (weird, but expensive and hard to find here!) and some Rocky Road I made for Monica.

After I got home a woman from the gerance/regie/whatever the hell they're called came to look at the place to see what work needs to be done. The only thing she commented on were the 'Picasso' scribbles on the walls courtesy of the girls. She asked if we had some sort of insurance that I'm not familiar with. MK spent the rest of the afternoon working those magic sponges!

She asked who had put in an inscription (thought she'd know that) and we mentioned Gary's name (the super-keener). She said she was going to look at his inscription and they would be ringing us next week. I rang Gary as soon as she left and he's going to ring them...he needs to give his notice by tomorrow (as the end of the month) if he gets this apartment.

Please, please, please let it be Gary.

Although as an interesting sidenote, Rose reckons we're out of the contract with the gerance as soon as they put the rent up. This apparently breaks the contract, especially as they didn't notify us. Hmmmm, hope we don't need to quibble this point.