Housemates. Agh! I'm known for not doing very well at selecting housemates. In fact, I'm verging on legendary. For those not familiar with my previous housemate issues there is...
Ooh... that intruding? I was considering being lazy and staying at home but haven't seen you in ages.
And I have to admit my solution to the problem would have been to throw the entire suitcase in the dustbin and not gone through any of it. You are a braver person than I.
I am indeed Intruding, provided Woman and I don't get distracted. Be good to see you.
He'd stolen the wheels that attach to the bottom of the bed. Without those, it's almost impossible to open the drawers underneath the bed. They were hidden amongst all the other crap (though not literally IN the other crap). He also had stolen cheque books and other stuff. I kinda had to get them back.
There should be a register somewhere, of bad housemates. Their being added to it should mean that landlords will be overly reluctant to let them rent, will charge them more etc. than regular mortals.
The previous one was the serial killer. Quiet-type. Kept himself to himself. Didn't go out much. You get where I'm going. At one point, we ended up writing notes to each other supposedly from the cats and leaving them on the fridge rather than talking.
it's the Nocturnal Slugwatching Incident that still creeps me out
I have absolutely no interest in why he wanted to steal my spatulas and even less in why they ended up under his pillow, unless, of course, anyone can come up with something that isn't going to turn my stomach.
he was under the delusion that his pillows were actually pancakes, and thus wanted an implement to turn them over as they were cooking ?
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The reminds me of a house in Uxbridge that has the remains of a KFC meal ritually entombed in one of the attic walls....
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This is true. I can attest to this. :)
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See you tonight?
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And I have to admit my solution to the problem would have been to throw the entire suitcase in the dustbin and not gone through any of it. You are a braver person than I.
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He'd stolen the wheels that attach to the bottom of the bed. Without those, it's almost impossible to open the drawers underneath the bed. They were hidden amongst all the other crap (though not literally IN the other crap). He also had stolen cheque books and other stuff. I kinda had to get them back.
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it's the Nocturnal Slugwatching Incident that still creeps me out
I have absolutely no interest in why he wanted to steal my spatulas and even less in why they ended up under his pillow, unless, of course, anyone can come up with something that isn't going to turn my stomach.
he was under the delusion that his pillows were actually pancakes, and thus wanted an implement to turn them over as they were cooking ?
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Thank you. That's the best anyone's managed so far.
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