There are nine rooms in the house and all are full except one on the ground floor which is due to have someone moving in shortly. Some of the housemates have given the room a clean and brush-up. The smell resembled my socks after running a half marathon, not pleasant. Speaking of which, does anyone else’s trainers or football boots smell of Tom Cats Piddle (TCP) or is it just my feet? Hmmm! It’s OK to lie in your replies if it’s just mine. The room was as clean as they could clean it. Like all of the rooms the carpet tiles were manky dirty and the walls plain with some classy magnolia paint splashed on everything and I mean everything! Cables, most of the electrical sockets had a good splashing of magnolia even some of the plastic window frames. Maybe if they painted the floor tiles magnolia they’d have hidden the dirty patches. Trust me it’d look better than the floor tiles.
Last night some of the housemates had a bit of a late night. I’m fortunate as my room is isolated and I didn’t hear any of the noise. S whose room is on the middle floor is directly beneath the living room and kitchen area so they had to send a polite reminder to keep the noise down at 01:00 AM. I saw this as my phone was flashing a blue light which means I have a message , email etc. at around 02:30 AM when I needed a midnight stroll to the netty (that’s toilet to you). Strange thing happened though. I could smell a very sweet pungent scent in the house and when I got back to my room and clambering into bed, I was starving and a real craving had set in, the midnight munchies, strange…
So let me tell you about the characters in
the house and believe me I think they’re all great in their own way and all
very different. I will use letters for their names as I obviously want to keep
their identity private.
I, I is the granddaddy of the house, the
oldest and been there the longest he has a great personality and has furnished
the living areas and added some great touches to the place.
A is in his late teens and spent most of
his time in Australia but is back living in the UK. Great guy and he is huge I
mean he must be at least 6’4”. I get a kink in my neck when I’m chatting with
him. I’m wondering if the air is thinner up there. Answers on a postcard
B, like A is in his late teens and not long
out of Uni. He loves his music (as does A) great, hard working fella. I don’t
see much of him but we always have a good catch up.
RG1, yep that’s me. I’m not going to tell
you what I’m like you can build up your own opinion of me J.
S, Rarely seen out of her room and always
working. Nice and friendly and chatty when I get a chance to see her.
N, N is great probs around late 20’s and
from Poland. Speaks and probably writes better English than me. Works hard and
party’s hard. We often have long in-depth conversations on an evening. Usually
about work and life in general.
C & H, not a replacement for C&A.
Love these guys C works long shifts and has a hobby working with wood. He is
very inventive and good at what he does, H is his partner. She is a musician
and has a part-time job. These two fit together nice and bounce off each other
J, J is the newbie of the bunch. I always
see her smiling and she’s always happy. She’s in the LGBT genre and proud of
it. If anyone’s feeling a bit down she’s always the first to distribute the