I have a friend coming to stay on Friday, I haven't seen him in over 10 years. Once past the initial excitement (and I'm looking forward to seeing him a lot - we haven't kept in touch at all, so there's a lot of catching up) I start looking around and wondering what he's going to see. I wonder if I can paint the kitchen before Friday?
And, oh my God, the waterlogged, moldy,damp & depressing bathroom (have been having problems with a leak from the flat upstairs, been on the phone to Hackney council for the past three weeks, with no joy.) Now I used to visit him in his flat in Nottingham, where the bathroom was so arctic you could see your breath, & you had to put your coat on to go in it, but that was way back then, when we were all poor & feckless students, and everybody lived in a dive. Now he has a house, and a wife, and a baby to show for all this time passed. And I've got... um...
In short, he's a grownup. What is he going to think? Maybe I can book him into a hotel.
Really, I can't wait to see him, but it is making me think about what I've been doing all this time - it's sort of like New Year's Eve, renewing your passport and your birthday all rolled into one.
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