We have a lodger.
He knows I have a blog and he was wondering if he’d get a mention, so I thought I’d oblige.
He seems very nice, but it’s early days yet and there’s plenty of time for him to show his true colours. Mike told him to watch out in case I tried to photograph him surreptitiously, so as yet I have no image to share with you.
I now have to be careful not to scare him by going to the bathroom scantily clad, and I feel obliged to make proper, grown-up conversation over breakfast, rather than grunting and repeatedly telling the kids to eat with their mouths closed.
I imagine the children will be pleased with this new arragement, once they look up from their cereal packets for long enough to notice.
This morning, sensible discussions ranged over:-
- the redevelopment of Plymouth, from post-war reconstruction to the current argument over the grade 2 listing of the Civic Centre
- this week’s vote in Sark over whether to embrace democracy or to remain a feudal state
- the impact the BBC’s network programme, The One Show, will have on its regional programme, Inside Out
If I’m not careful I will tax my brain so severely at breakfast time that I’ll have nothing left for the rest of the day.
Wow, that’s an impressive breakfast. Did you manage to eat any cereal as well?
Mayhaps over tomorrow’s breakfast you can share a critique of the Hitchcock film itself or discuss the finer merits of Bowie’s underrated classic ‘Lodger’ album!
But at least it’ll provide you with blog material to have a mental chew on during the day.
That will mean a lot of indigestion if you ask me…
I’m impressed you managed all that but also worried! How long do you think you can carry on like that before one of you cracks? And you relapse into comfortable silence? Husband and I have an understanding we won’t talk in morning until I’ve had first, all-important and ambrosial cup of tea of day.
I was a lodger twice. I had to help with the housework – I resented that!!
I think you should do breakfast as a podcast. (Is there such a thing as a blogcast?) Sounds as if it would keep John Humphries on his toes.
Maybe you could get the lodger to tell the kids to eat with their mouths closed, finish their cereal etc etc. That will leave you to enjoy some quiet early morning misanthropy.
I’m good in the morning – but not that good.