The new flatmate texts asking if he can postpone the move
from 2 pm to 4/5, which I agreed; the later the better as I am having cold feet
about the whole idea.
3.30, I am in the middle of my yoga practice and he is ringing
the bell. This is not a good start!
He is very apologetic but by now he managed to see me in
chilled pants, no makeup, messy hair and somehow a bit sweaty. Surely the day would
have arrived at some stage or another so at least we are done with this, get
used to my home face.
After he finished implanting his things in the kitchen and
bathroom I gently reminded him that we have a storage room so boxes go in
there, not on top of kitchen boards (feng shui must be maintained).
He does have a sort of nutribullet smoothie maker (which I
have been meant to buy for quite some time) so I dispatch my old juicer to the
storage room. Brownie points here!
When I was out of the shower he asked: ’What’s your plan for
the evening, I can cook dinner if you
want.’ My mind answered: ‘I want you to get the h*** out of here, you don't live
here yet my protective mind says but I managed a diplomatic: ‘thank you but no thank you’
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