Last Thursday Amanda, Warren and I had our annual review meeting with the Housing Registrar.

Forrest Gump quoted the following: ‘My Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gone get.’

And our annual review with the Registrar is precisely as Forrest’s Momma proclaimed. We never know in advance just what we’re in for when we visit their slightly less than hallowed halls. The chocolate we received this year was bitter, very dark, quite adversarial and, well, not appreciated at all. It was a frustrating process – made all the more so that even as they made slightly offensive remarks about Servants and how they perceive us to be ‘unprofessional’ in specific areas they were happy to turn a blind eye to their own failings. Perhaps Warren will choose to elaborate here – the issue will certainly be raised at the October committee meeting.