Bachelor pad
Not that it was ever like this

It hasn’t really sunk in yet but my parents have sold their house. In one month’s time, they are moving back into my their house, and will sleep in the guest room. A spare bed room will be constructed using the space in the court yard for my brother. And construction will begin early next year on the extension to the house, actually a mini 2-bedroom self-contained flat linked to the main house, and it will take up to 6 months.

It’s gonna be mad. The whole “complex” will eventually have 8 bedrooms (!!!), 3 bathrooms, 3 toilets, 3 living rooms, and 2 kitchens. Assuming that the sole non-family tenant does not move out, there will be 7 people plus one dog in the house. Oh, and 5 cars. OMFG. It’s beginning to feel like a sitcom.

And to think that I once had 2 girls in my bedroom and did not score. I can now kiss those opportunities good bye even if I’m lucky enough to have it happen again, and I’m not so stupid as to not do anything about it.

Unless I move out. Again.

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

Michael Corleone, “Godfather 3