You know you've been living in close quarters with people for too long when you can dig through a pile of freshly ironed underwear and figure out which ones belong to your housemates and forget which ones are your own...
I had a really nice time this afternoon chatting with one of the women who lives in one of the other houses on the compound. Richard and his old men were pulling up the pipes, and we were sitting around "stupid-vising". I have never really sat and chatted with her though, so it was nice to get to know her a bit.
Uh oh, gotta post before someone turns off the generator!
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