Ha! I would live on the second floor, have morning sun and a dry floor - perfect. "Do you mind sharing the flat with four Irish girls?" Phil asked. How dare he even ask! Of course I do - this is the reason I came to Ireland after all: not to meet any Irish people.Obviously, I could not move from hell to heaven - so, I'm somewhere in between now. Purgatory? There is only cold water, the vacuum cleaner is broken, my blinds too, my lights sound like space shuttles just before taking off (and produce as much smoke!), the bathroom floor is mouldy and my toilet lopsided. Worst of all: nobody cleaned before I moved in.
I sighed deeply, closed my eyes, approached the toilet and poured in so much of Tesco's Active Toilet Gel Citrus until all dirt was covered. I then left it for some minutes to deal with the wash basin in the meantime. I grabbed the tiny plug behind the water tap, pulled and wuish! Heaven, it hadn't been fixed! There it flew, high up in the air and down and down and down and NOOOOOooo. Disappeared under the bloody Active Toilet Gel. And I had no cleaning gloves...
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