I shared houses...
...with a number of folk in a number of properties after upping sticks from my folks' place. Being twentysomethings all, we partied, had friends round, had dates round (well I didn't, my GF was with me throughout and I loved her to bits). Shockingly though, we never suffered from food poisoning, never allowed the house to get so minging that people actually refused to visit, never had fights over whose-food/appliance/grooming product/clothing item/turn to do chores-was-whose, never had problems with anyone not paying thier rent, never had the house wrecked by visiting psycho associates etc. In a nutshell, pick your nightmare and I can almost guarantee that we slept soundly in ignorance of it.

[There was a big old rant here, but I mellowed and got rid - I'll just say we were lucky]

That said, there was one wrinkle in our own cohabitational bliss, and kind of my fault too . Y'see, my brother stayed with us for a few weeks once and when he left, he took the following with him:

a) a few quid from one of our housemates (possible but never proven to my satisfaction, and not too bothered about that one now though as the guy in question since revealed himself to be a wanker of the lowest order - obviously Our Kid knew something we didn't even then).

b) the girlfriend of another one of my housemates, whom was a housemate herself until then and sharing a room with her BF. The lad she dumped, a good mate of mine, was devastated and to be honest who'd blame him? Oh, but I had to be diplomatic on that topic for pretty much ever.

My brother and the girl he tempted away from our house back then are still together today though, and with hindsight she and my old mate weren't very good for each other's inner calm. So, there's a happy ending of sorts :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Tue 10 Apr 2007, 12:43, Reply)