My day started, like the last few, with an abrupt and rude awakening to the sound of metal against window panes. It seems that my landlord is giving our house a face lift and as such a team of polish decorators have begun the horrendous task of painting the outside of our house. In theory, this is a great idea. But waking me up every morning by scraping at my window panes is a little disturbing to say the least. Made worse by the fact that my room has french doors and therefore increasing the surface area of panes to be scraped.
My housemate seems to sleep through it. I however am forced to leave my bed early (something I always loathed to do) only hoping that I pulled the curtains across tightly the night before so as not to have 20 pairs of eyes examining my unexplainable morning hairstyle. I then have to contend with the scraping at the kitchen window while I make my morning cuppa and then at the bathroom window while I have a shower. The house looks nice though. They've gone for a peachy, terracotta colour...hope they do the out house too.
A brief introduction to my House...
I live with my housemate, who I have shared with for over nine years since our crazy university days. Back then there were, at the highest point, a total of 13 sharing a three bed house. Most of these people were fostered...we do alot of fostering of friends. We are the Pippa Ross family of West London. Some of our foster friends have stayed for two years, some have stayed for two months.
Currently we have Tony. He lives in our out house which we converted from a rubble pit and dumping ground into our living room. Our biggest mistake was putting the futon in there. Two weeks later Tony began using it as his bed. six months later he still is. We have a Geo too. Geo is our foster cat. She arrived one night after a friend found he could no longer look after her for a while. Shes been with us for almost a year now.