Thirty Thousand Streets

Thursday, April 12, 2007


Last night my housemate Jess told me a story involving her mum and dad and some cockroaches. Whilst living abroad her mum owned a small travel alarm clock, whose alarm used to wake her up each morning.

One day it suddenly stopped working, so her dad opened it up to discover a large cockroach enmeshed in its workings. They surmised it must have got in whilst it was a nipper, gaining egress through a tiny hole, and survived by feeding off the grease in the clock, growing until it was too large to escape and its doom was sealed.

We've got a bit of a roach problem in our flat at the minute.. it's highly unpleasant. We're a pretty clean and tidy bunch, but our flat is full of holes and the little horrors seem to have suddenly descended on us from nowhere.

SO we've got the pest control people coming round, which should hopefully sort it out.. Otherwise it'll be another reason to get out of my large, very cheap and cheerful, yet somewhat shabby rented accomodation. I've got another viewing tomorrow anyway.

Pretty dull week really. I'm glad it's almost the weekend. Al's coming down from North London to visit, so it'll be good to see him again.


Anne said...

Ewww. How distasteful. :/

I hope you get it all sorted.

The Eyechild said...

Tell me about it..

And yeah, I hope we get it sorted. It's grim with a capital G.

gridrunner said...

Yeah. I'm so glad it's the weekend. I've been bored at work all week. They should have just given me the week off to hack through some of my photography backlog in Photoshop at home.

See you in an hour or so, T.