awkward is..

when the owners of the house you are house sitting come home a day early, and catch you totally unawares, while you have your shit spread EVERYWHERE. dammit. there i was, working in a relaxing environment, in from of the tv, on the large couch, in aircon; minding my own business i stroll through to the kitchen to turn on the kettle for afternoon coffee, when the owners, neither of whom i know at all, come home from holiday. the guy was really sick and feeling rubbish, so they had decided to cut their holiday short.


they had tried to call to warn me, but not knowing a thing, i had decided not to answer the phone all day to prevent having to explain who i was, why i was there, and where the owners were. so consequence: rather awkward meeting, me struggling to pack up everything in 30 seconds so that i could get out of there asap, despite her offering for us to stay for dinner and even the night if we wanted. ive never been so happy to explain that no, i lived only 30 seconds down the road and i liked my home better.

current situation: happy to be settled back in my own nice home environment, with personal belongings, non-pastel shades and my own small dogs around me.

totally lucked out however: as my brother and his lady are coming to town this weekend, so i have to vacate my lovely little flat to make space for them. uncomfy beds and foreign environs again. hell at least there will be no pastel shades around, or a horse sized dog so in a way im okay about it all!