Wave anaology

The week ahead builds like a wave - a big wave atop which surfers cut and swerve while a crowd of wide-eyed onlookers gawp and clap. In the first scenario, I am up there with the best of them and confidently ride this crest, paddle ashore and am greeted with smiles, slaps on the back, and a beer so cold that the glass sweats. In the second scenario, I fall from a great height, get clattered in the teeth by my board before twenty tonnes of salty brine crashes down and breaks three ribs.

The week ahead in CliffsNotes: Our very expensive lawyer has drafted a very long letter that we’ll submit Monday to Dienst Wonen who, in their ‘wisdom’ (forgive the quotes), are on the brink of withdrawing our permit to broker rental properties. Their ‘case’ (excuse the quotes) is built on flimsy, balsa-wood straws and involves ‘findings’ (sorry about the quotes) that wouldn’t even stand up to the scrutiny of the guy taking my order at the drive through Burger King last week who… never mind.
Tomorrow is also the day that we submit our full proposal to a large fashion retailer to handle their gargantuan volume of housing requests over the next several years. Our two previous meetings went swimmingly and only became tetchy on their suggestion that we work for fifty percent of our normal rates. Discount are fine but, really, we have to pay the rent (get it?).

A proposal made last week to a big (in the biggest sense of this small word) consumer electronics retailer should, we hope, come back with news. Not totally comfortable that we’re in with a realistic shout so have crossed many things and am praying daily to all the gods I can find on Google.