Going deeper underground1 May, 2012
We’re moving house, again. Not because we wanted to, particularly, but because our landlord has gone bankrupt and disappeared. This is the sort of thing that happens when your country of residence goes into recession.
On one hand, having no landlord has its advantages. On the other hand, if there is a problem with, say, the building’s sewer system, or the electricity being cut off, or the squatters moving in, it’s your problem. Time to leave.
Basement #2 has even more space*. It has plants. It has Architecture. It’s in a nicer area, and is owned by a well-to-do landlady who is politely baffled by us already.
So, what do we do with the keys for this place when we leave? We could keep them, or destroy them, or hand them to the Gardaí on the basis that we have no idea who owns them. Or we could encase them in a block of resin. All equally reasonable, in the circumstances.
* “hey, we could put two domes in here…”