Last month one of the temp girls in my office sent out a desperate plea for a place to live for a few weeks. She said that if no one could help her out, then she would be camping under her desk.
Unlike me, I told her that although I don’t have much space to offer, she can take up residence on my sofa. Normally I am fiercely protective of my personal space, but she was a decent person in genuine need.
We spent 3 weeks living and working together in very close confinement and became like irritating BFF’s. My only problem with her the entire time was that she did not stop talking for a single minute!
Now she has moved into her own place and I not only have my home back to normal, but I have made a wonderful friend! She was formerly a beautician back in England, so I spent 3 weeks being spolit with manicures, facials, massages and the works.
She was quite an exhibitionist, so my neighbour has stated that he misses that girl who used to sing to the sunrise each morning on the balcony while getting dressed. I don’t think it’s the singing he misses!