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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Mi Casa Es Su Casa (Dos)

While Aurora has become a house-owner, Football Boy is looking for a flatmate to share his extremely expensive stamp-sized pad in Knightsbridge. (Yes, Knightsbridge! Hence the stamp size.)

He is keeping me up-to-date via increasingly despondent emails. The whole process seems to be greatly complicated by the fact that the flatmate should be...

A. tidy
B. solvent
C. sane.

Interviews with hopefuls are being held at present, where Football Boy is weeding out the worst cases of untidiness, insolvency and insanity. The whole thing reminds me of a world cup qualifying group, with a host of unintelligible rules and variations of outcomes. I told him so by way of amusing observation, but was reprimanded that this flatmates was no laughing matter, and I suppose that he is right.

[I just have to think of the scrawny, frizzy-haired French woman we used to live with in Strasbourg, who accused my sister of hiding men under her bed (why?) and stole her underwear (again: why?). Her renditions of Mistingu-E-tte still haunt me.]

“I just want a beautiful millionaire’s daughter who loves washing dishes and watching sports,” Football Boy writes sadly. “Is that so hard to find?”


At 10:43 PM, Blogger Zen Wizard said...

Finding a millionaire's daughter who loves washing dishes and watching sports is possible--but the address would be, "Heaven," and not "Knightsbridge."

At 12:12 AM, Anonymous south american girl said...

I give La Señorita’s brand new house-owner rank and “Date Etiquette” two thumbs up. Now, let’s see Football Boy’s Quote: “I just want a beautiful millionaire’s daughter who loves washing dishes and watching sports. (…) Is that so hard to find?” A beautiful millionaire who loves washing dishes and watching sports??? Well, well, well, his words sound like having traveled a long way from a very distant age. The Dark Ages, perhaps? Somehow, he could manage to go back to the past and fish a beautiful and millionaire king’s daughter out from her castle, for instance.

At 1:10 AM, Blogger hen said...

Doesn't everyone have either washing machines or Polish err... "help" in Knightsbridge?

At 12:45 PM, Blogger Swedish Girl said...

Heaven or the dark ages... it all depends on your point of view!

Hen - one would think so... this is a flat paid for with corporate money, so if they fork out for Knightsbridge, they should fork out for a small, designer-type washing machine, right?

Not sure where Football Boy plans to put his beautiful heiress, either - he'll have to sacrifice his lounge.

What can I say? vive le East end!

At 8:48 PM, Blogger Prego said...

I have no idea what your comment meant -

Generation X? Maybe (or regrettably)
Chromosome? Y, thank you very much.
X - Rated? Hardly. Maybe a PG-13, or whatever equivalent rating you have in Sweden, England, Shangri-La or wherever you currently reside.

Regardless, thanks for stopping by.


PS - Tell Footie boy, good luck finding anybody beautifule, wealthy or female to wash anything for him.

At 4:05 PM, Anonymous Nothing But Bonfires said...

Knightbridge, eh? I'm sure we could rustle up someone to do dishes and watch sports for such a prestigious postcode. I think even the Prets there are paved with gold.

At 5:06 PM, Blogger Curiosa said...

Gott nytt år!

At 5:41 PM, Anonymous south american girl said...

Happy New Year!

¡Feliz Año Nuevo!

At 9:58 AM, Blogger Léonie said...

I am... wait... (counts on fingers)... yep.. none of those things.

Oh, and I so wanted to help. Um.. and possibly live in Knightbridge.

At 2:45 PM, Blogger Swedish Girl said...

Happy new year, people! It's been a long blog absence of Christmas... I have been very busy, as my new post shows...


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