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Fringe 2010 Blog - 20Housemate Antics – Tuesday 24 August 2010I won’t say I miss having housemates because, well, I enjoy finding a clean kitchen sometimes and not running out of bog roll, but mostly because my wife will kill me if I say that. I don’t miss having housemates, but that’s not to say I don’t enjoy it when I do. For some reason (possibly to do with money and the lack of it) over these past few days I have found myself spending more time with my housemates than usual. Yes, of course, we’ve hung out together before. We’re all part of the same production so we see each other all the time, but we never really hung out in our flat. We never really sat down and chilled out like... um... housemates. Last week the newest resident in our flat, Sim, cooked a stir-fry for everyone in the company, so we had guests over for the first time. Officially guests anyway. There was that one morning that I woke up to find some random dude on our couch. He lived there for a few days before moving on (obviously he wasn’t random any more by then!) There’s also the mouse, although it’s impossible to determine when this particular unofficial guest arrived. We know he exists because we’ve found gnawed holes in our bin bags. We left a full bin bag in the kitchen overnight, and the next morning found that Mr Mouse had spent the night feasting on what looked to be kitchen roll. So what, he’s a mouse with strange tastes - there was a perfectly good sausage roll in that bag. I don’t really mind mice. The very first room I rented when I moved to London was in a house completely overrun with mice so I can handle this guy. What I do mind, however, are mysteries. This particular mystery concerned an ordinary drinking glass that showed up in our loo one morning. I removed it and placed it back in the kitchen, but the next day it was back in the loo. It stayed there until yesterday when all the residents of the flat got into a conversation about it and nobody would own up to placing it in the loo! It was one of those “Me? I thought it was yours!” moments. Eventually, we figured that an ex-housemate of ours must have placed it there, but we have no idea what it was used for. It was never wet, or full of anything. It seemed to serve no purpose except to sit there taking up space on the shelf above the toilet in our loo. Every now and then someone would move it to the other side of the shelf, but mostly it just sat there looking smug. I swear its sole purpose in the universe was to confound me! Well it’s gone now. Mwahaha! Anyway, I guess I’m saying that it’s nice doing stuff with one’s housemates. We watched some DVDs the other night. Yesterday I suggested we take out the recycling and they did! I might even suggest naked brunch on Monday. |
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