A note on houses.
Apr. 6th, 2010 10:30 pmSince my parents left my brother and I in charge of this house, the kitchen floor's gone mouldy, we've had a flea infestation, a large ceramic tile's fallen off the gable and embedded itself in the lawn where I would've been pruning the roses if I hadn't lost the secateurs and the drain in the back garden blocked and discharged a certain amount of sewage onto the concrete. And we've been such grown ups about it. Well. We dealt with the first crisis by saying DADDY, MEND THE FLOOR, and he spent most of Christmas doing that, but the rest has been dealt with by vacuuming and fumigating and telephoning Dynorod and filling in insurance forms and not actually bothering to track down the secateurs. We're very resourceful. But when this house gets sold, I'm living in a tent, or somebody's hayloft. Houses are fragile and tiring. So much so that I'm going to have to take another holiday via Google Maps Street View over the weekend. It's my travel agent of both choice and necessity. Feel free to recommend me a location.