Lodging in a house

sadgit

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What a crazy place to be. Lovely people but I think they are more crazy than I am. Plus this kids (left home kid) bed stinks of p133 and it isn't mine !!
 
I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
 
Lodging with a family SG?

We have started to rent our loft room out, in our family home, now the kids have left.
It’s been really interesting for us, we’ve met some lovely people and while its been a pain a few times, it’s been a positive experience.

Yes, we’re making some cash but offering a room to (sometimes, desperate) people that would just sit there empty just seems right.we are trying to be good landlords, but there’s some right old shysters out there
 
I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
But what did you do on a weekend?
 
I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
Must have been crowded in that flat Sheriff
 
I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
Has the makings of a sitcom if you can put pen to paper
 
Last summer after leaving the ex, stayed in a closed down pub with 2 other lads and the former landlord and family. Big screens, beer taps, jukey, pool table, everything still in working order and free to use. Was like 24 hour lock-in. Was lush last summer coming back from graft at 8 a.m and having a pint in the beer garden in in my dressing gown!
 
Last summer after leaving the ex, stayed in a closed down pub with 2 other lads and the former landlord and family. Big screens, beer taps, jukey, pool table, everything still in working order and free to use. Was like 24 hour lock-in. Was lush last summer coming back from graft at 8 a.m and having a pint in the beer garden in in my dressing gown!
Where is this pub? 🧐
 
I flat shared throughout my twenties and thirties sometimes with friends sometimes with randoms including an Italian who stole my minidisc player and then held it to ransom, a prison guard who brought rent boys round the flat and cried when I shouted at him for not cleaning poo out of the bath, a heroine addict who thought she was a cat who I completely fell for, an Aussie who thought he was sid vicious who held a bunga bunga party in the flat and bought heroin from the homeless guy at turnpike lane, a couple who ate the same meal (pasta salad) every day, a fascist Portuguese bus driver, a belly dancer and a guy who worked in the same government building i did whose name i did not know and as the months went by became increasingly embarrased to ask.
So why did the heroin addict turn you down?
 
Where is this pub? 🧐
Was in Highworth , on the wilts/oxon border... the brewery got wind of the landlord basically winding it down, using all the beer in the cellar and subletting so we all got booted so they could sell it for flats! Was carnage for a few months though, put on a Clem and almost destroyed my liver, but great as a newly single bloke in his 40s! Back on best behaviour now though!
 
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