The 4 bed all male house and the fall of being a solitary male

So the house with the two girls never materialised. In fact I never heard back from them...so I can only imagine there has been some technological hitch preventing them from contacting me or some unfortunate incident has befallen them and they are no longer alive to reply. It is the only plausible explanation.

Either way I have had to look elsewhere.

And found a house sharing with three other people. All male. Yes a little bit of a comedown after the excitement of the previous poontang dominated house but all things considered probably for the best. Women are a strange breed and living with them can result in flared tempers (on their part) and having to put up with a million different hair products taking up space in the bathroom, drains blocked by ridiculous amounts of hair yet they never go bald (explain that!) and the strange phenomenon of menstrual synchrony which results in a house turning into living hell for a small period of time once a month.

So perhaps these are fortuitous circumstances.

This house has an awesome kitchen, an Italian bloke who cooks like a god and a bunch of decent down to earth lads who all going well, I’ll fit right in with. Space for both my bikes and my boat and a yard for all my repairs and manliness so all good.

The Kitchen!


Move in date looks like the 20th September, just need to pay my bond Monday and it will all be confirmed. Happy days!