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| This was immediately in front of the door when I came in. I had to kick it off to the side. |
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| Ah, yes. Home, sweet home. |
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| More items which were in the walkway before being kicked aside. |
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| Yeah, not very many dinner parties happening here. |
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That concludes the 19.7.10 collection. On to the 31.7.10 series...
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| Ah, that drasted punching bag disappeared...but still. |
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| Lord only knows what may have taken up residence in that. |
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| The designers were going for a bit of a pre-post-apocalyptic feel. Take note of the ease with which one can access water from the tap! Ha ha ha! |
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| Mr. Don't-Let-the-Trash-Overflow doing the precise opposite of his demands. |
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| Living conditions were suitable for this charming creature to move in. On its third appearance in as many days in the early a.m. hours, it received a substantial whack with a broom but scurried off...didn't have far to go to find a place to hide, as the previous photographs demonstrate. It's unclear as to whether or not that blow was fatal, but it's worth mentioning that it hasn't been seen since. |
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With not another solitary square inch of room to trash out, Party Boy took to flinging his overflow directly outside of my door. Cheers for that.
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| The view down the hall into Party Boy's room. Those clothes showed up outside of his door on 31 July and were not removed until 4 August. Yep, he tromped on through/over them for that length of time. Unbelievable. |
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| A view inside Party Boy's den of disaster, disease, and...um, dreadfulness. | | | | | | | | | | | |
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So, that concludes the tour, and the journey...hopefully. New flatmates in two weeks' time. We'll see how things pan out. Photographs of the lovely, lovely cleanliness to follow in the coming days. The difference, as I'm sure you can imagine, is like night and day.
