Hmmm. I’m almost too embarrassed to say this. I believe I will be moving AGAIN shortly.
I’m not gonna gripe excessively. Actually, it’s good to be back in London. Pretty fucking great, mostly. Social life’s not doing too bad; I think, in 25+ days here, I’ve only spent about four or five days/nights in with no socialising. Even the sex life’s got some moderate activity. So that’s all A-OK.
But my seemingly reasonable landlord misled me a bit, about how often he’d be here, and as this is only a one-bedroom flat and the kitchen adjoins the living room (which he uses as a bedroom), a full-time share just doesn’t work. It’s untenable. I took it on the basis that he was only here occasionally. For the first three weeks he was here practically all the damn time, shutting the living room door at 11pm most nights, spending numerous afternoons watching TV very LOUDLY with his mates while spliffing up, etc. Regular Boys’ Club shit. All the stuff his fiancee in North London won’t let him do, presumably…
Following a most vehement and furious bollocking from me about all this on Friday night (I held myself in check but eventually exploded, predictably), I must admit he has done the Right Thing and not abused the situation so much. He’s honoured his original agreement a bit more, in other words. But it’s too late. I don’t trust him and I have to feel comfortable with that kind of thing… so I’m looking for somewhere else again!
I don’t mind sharing full-time with someone if (a) we get along and there’s mutual trust/respect and (b) sufficient space.
You live and learn with these things. At least this mistake is less costly, financially, than the previous two… and apart from the obvious annoyance, as I said, London’s been good for me this time round.
There’s other stuff I wanna write, but I needed to get this out of the way. Maybe I’ll scribble a bit more later.