On Sunday London society changed form. People were milling in the streets, indulging in a level of gaity not often found in this commonly dreary city. The trigger for this abnormal behaviour: the sun. When the sun comes out in London you can observe a complete turn around in character, ultimately from the
internal to the external. A beautiful view was to be had in Trafalgar Square where each usable piece of concrete was turned into a lounge by sun worshippers of national and internaional like. Pubs turned into trendy sidewalk cafes by magic and the smiles were everywhere. I even had a lady apologise for bumping into me. This natural phenomenon must provide such a welcome distraction to their dark cold existence that Londoners are so grateful common civility and love for the fellow man returns! Hurrah!
Returning home (still in shock from the spectacle) I found that even the orphan Aussies and Kiwis of Murray Rd felt the change in atmosphere. Sun worship was well and truely alive in this little English backyard, with a camp of doonahs (
duvet’s), and copious amounts of food and alcohol waiting for me. Home Sweet Home.
It occurs to me that now might be an appropriate time to introduce my humble abode. The best way to describe my little house allows a little mental imagining. For those who have experienced this, help thsoe who haven’t, because it must be lived to be believed. I live in student accomodation on steroids. 10 people live in my little townhouse (5 boys, 5 girls). More specifically that is 10 people in 6 rooms, 2 bathrooms, 1 kitchen and 1 lounge. It is hideous to say the least. Blue carpet, dirt stained walls and a kitchen I dont want to walk in barefoot, let alone the downstairs
bathroom male urinal. Glamorous?. Home? Well for the moment it is my little corner of the world in which I most commonly lay my head to sleep.
The occupants… I have NEVER in my life thought that I would have such people in my immediate vicinity as I find myself with today.
Being practically an only child, I have had the luxury of ultimate control over my surroundings, that means TV control, bathroom usage and ultimately and most sorely missed… my own room. Yes, my shocked audience… I share a room. How unlikely this may sound, my room mate is the silver lining in this bizarre circus of my life. Casey, what can truely be said about Casey, other than amazing! I do believe I have found in her a soul mate that any man would be lucky to rival.
Now enough setting the mood, lets give you some visuals.
Casey and my slice of heaven: my side: bed dresser and table
Casey’s side: Fireplace & chest of drawers
Quaint backyard & front of house
Welcome to Murray Rd, Ealing.