Recently, we’ve been staying with our special friends – the ones who give us a home when we’ve got a hole in our housesitting “dancecard”. I’ve spoken about them before. Their house was the first place we looked after when we started our nomadic adventure.
You’ll remember the episode of the dead cat (see Adventures of an Urban Nomad – Disaster Strikes). That occurred in these people’s house. Since then we’ve stayed there a couple of times and each time we seem to be a party to some trauma.
Last time we were here a friend of the owners turned up needing somewhere to stay as she and her husband were having a difficult time and she’d moved out. That ended kind of OK as she went back to her husband shortly after (much to the relief of our friends).
This time our friend’s sister moved in for a few days, again in the process of leaving her partner. Not only that but the cat (the one left after the above-mentioned episode) has been quite ill, the husband had a minor operation which turned into a big issue with major infections (if you want to stay healthy avoid hospitals) and the wife has just resigned her very high-powered job.
Just a note about the cat. We came home one day and couldn’t find him. Being mindful of our previous episode we became quite anxious and went searching for him with no luck. While this was going on the owners arrived home and joined the search – anxiety escalating all around! Eventually, the cat was found asleep (or hiding) in the wardrobe – phew!!
Is this something we’re doing??? We’re starting to get a bit paranoid; every time we stay here something goes haywire.
In a couple of months they’re going away and we’re booked in to look after the house. There’ll also be a nephew staying who’s visiting from overseas, can’t drive here, it’s his first time away from home, has never looked after himself and our friends are a little concerned for his welfare (and the household’s). Stay tuned for “interesting” news.