johnnieblog

I've just moved, as the only place I could work in the Churchy City, was my old workplace, I've moved inland to some dreary industrial city, where my job is much better, but the city is much worse.

I needed some temporary accomodation, and as such, ended up staying at a guest house in an old village that has been swallowed up by the city, was a wee bit dubious when I checked the place out, but as you do, made the lazy decision and moved in for a couple of weeks.

So this place is a big old place, that has each and every surface ( vertical or horizontal ) covered in dust collecting horrible crap (some of it might be valuable horrible crap, look at what turns up in antiques roadshow) Every fucking surface.

I'm a big guy, and one of gods less graceful creatures (O.K. big clumsy git) so I find a enviroment like this where I can't turn round without disturbing some porcelain penguins or dried flowers or those revolting little crystal animals a bit of a trial.

This place also suffers from that bizarre Engerlish design decision of having carpet in the wet rooms. WTF ? I even visted a house with white carpet in the Toilet ( What kind of crazy masochist would do that ?)

So I met the woman who owns the house, and all looked OK, but I was unaware that for the next two weeks, I would be not be seeing her in anything else but a dressing gown and a gin bottle. Apparently she has some sort of personel drama ( got dropped) , but I've always though that getting pissed once for such a drama was appropiate, living in a bottle for two weeks may be milking it a bit hard.

So when ever I'm not hiding in my room (most of the time) I get drunken tales of men crossed and family disasters, all delivered at a volume to be heard over the constantly blaring TV ( That incidently, has been playing the pathetic "Bridgit Jones - Edge of reason" constantly for the last five days.

Ahhhhhhh.....nice to vent that to my non existant readers.