Before
moving in I
have to go to the flat, because Foxxie and Muggie are nervous about
having a new housemate and they want to know me a little. I have
coffee with the three of them and that's when I learn that Foxxie works
in human resources and that she is one of those professional,
independent women that have a glass of wine in the living room while still wearing their jewellery. The rejection this girl makes me feel and the
sensation that she is an entitled bitch are something instantaneous, but
she is actually nice, so I think that all this might be just unjustified
prejudging.
After convincing my
soon-to-be flatmates that I am not a psychopath, I grab all my things
and move into the ridiculously small room that used to be Daisy's.
The place has carpeted floors, which I find extremely disgusting, but
apart from that the house is pretty great.
It's interesting to
see how people live. You get to know a lot about them. About Foxxie
and Muggie I learn that they like to eat healthy:
And that they are
plant lovers:
The first days
Muggie is not around, so I only get to talk to Foxxie, who is absurdly
kind to me. I never get any actual answers because every factor in
the universe can be bent to my will.
Me – Do you guys
share the milk?
Foxxie – We can
share if you want.
…
Me – Ehm.. better
not; I drink a lot of milk -this is from before I knew UK milk
sucks-, so you would be running out all the time because of me.
Foxxie – Then we
don't share, not a problem.
OK. Cool. Purely
based on prejudgements and intuition I deeply dislike this girl, but
it looks like she is really making an effort. Maybe I'm wrong and she
is a good person.
We even have one or
two decent conversations in the sofa or in the kitchen. I don't
really see the relationship flowing much, but well, the girl is nice.
And then Muggie
arrives.
Muggie asks me how
I'm settling in, she gives me sightseeing tips and in general she is
super nice. She has what must be the most annoying voice pitch in the
entire world, she repeats a pet word in every single sentence she
pronounces -YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH- and she looks like she has
approximately three and a half brain cells, but she is really really
nice.
But!
I start to see the
real Foxxie!
As soon as Muggie is
an active part of the flat, Foxxie starts to openly ignore me. The
feeling I get is that she talked to me before because there was no
one else and she was bored, so as soon as someone else has arrived
she has just forgotten about my existence. Muggie is kind, but when
they are together they don't pay the slightest attention to me.
I start to feel
extraordinarily out of place. It's uncomfortable for me to be in the
living room because I am evidently interrupting my flatmates' long
sessions of hysterically laughing with the adventures of Carry
Bradshaw and her glamorous and sexually active friends.
It's not that the
idea makes me angry; they are friends and don't know me at all; it
makes sense. But it's still annoying to live with two people who want
to be on their own all the time and who think your place is anywhere
but with them. Moreover, it doesn't look like they are trying too
hard to include me.
Anyway,
September arrives and I go to San Sebastian for ten days. While being
there, Daisy contacts me.
The
landlady has decided she won't be renting the flat any more. That
when the two months that are left in the contract are over, the girls
and I have to get out.
Well,
screw you too, landlady.
As
it turns out, the law forces landlords to give six months in the
house to the people who just signed a contract for their property.
That means that if they put me in the contract now, in two months,
when it's time for me to leave, I can chain myself to a radiator and
just refuse to leave altogether. So the landlady says that she is not
willing to risk it, that she won't put me in the contract at all, not
even for those two months. And, in any case, in two months tops I
will be needing a new place to live.
How,
for
God's sake, is it possible that I am so bloody unlucky with London
housing? It is seriously something to think about already.
Third and second-to-last chapter of this mess next week. Be happy.
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