In part 1, B. was introduced as a gentle soul which appeared in our life. We decided to leave him our home whilst we went away. This is what happened when we came back.
We had a fabulous trip.
We were refreshed and happy.
It was time to come back though and we were eager to come back to tell our family and friends how it all went.
We arrive at the house on a Sunday evening. No lights in the house. We thought it was empty.
As we entered in, a swamped smell entered our nostrils. It was stinking beer being washed up all over our walls and carpets. They are bags of waste covering the floor in the kitchen, bottles of alcohols, dirty plates with eaten chicken wings.
We entered the living room, the same mess in front of our eyes.
The curtained are closed. It is dark.
On my beautiful cream white sofa, a man with a hoody on.
M: ''B. Are you Ok, mate?''
B.: ''Oh I am sorry, man... I'll get it sorted.''
B. is drunk. He is unrecognisable. We are shocked and tired. We cannot argue.
M: ''B. We are going to go. Can you sort the house, please? We will come back later.''
B.: ''Thank you M., I am Sorry. I will''
We spend the evening with our family and hush the experience.
We come to the house, everything has been put in the bin.
He is in the bedroom probably sleeping ashamed by the situation.
As we walk around the house, we realise that the TV is broken, the sofa is stained, the carpet has been washed up with beers. It does not only smell beer in this house but also dead birds and bones.
We take a shower and go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be another day.
We had a fabulous trip.
We were refreshed and happy.
It was time to come back though and we were eager to come back to tell our family and friends how it all went.
We arrive at the house on a Sunday evening. No lights in the house. We thought it was empty.
As we entered in, a swamped smell entered our nostrils. It was stinking beer being washed up all over our walls and carpets. They are bags of waste covering the floor in the kitchen, bottles of alcohols, dirty plates with eaten chicken wings.
We entered the living room, the same mess in front of our eyes.
The curtained are closed. It is dark.
On my beautiful cream white sofa, a man with a hoody on.
M: ''B. Are you Ok, mate?''
B.: ''Oh I am sorry, man... I'll get it sorted.''
B. is drunk. He is unrecognisable. We are shocked and tired. We cannot argue.
M: ''B. We are going to go. Can you sort the house, please? We will come back later.''
B.: ''Thank you M., I am Sorry. I will''
We spend the evening with our family and hush the experience.
We come to the house, everything has been put in the bin.
He is in the bedroom probably sleeping ashamed by the situation.
As we walk around the house, we realise that the TV is broken, the sofa is stained, the carpet has been washed up with beers. It does not only smell beer in this house but also dead birds and bones.
We take a shower and go to sleep.
Tomorrow will be another day.