Kiwi Shot

We have one double bedroom for let in our house. We decided to get a couple in to help bring the rent down a bit and put up an ad on gumtree on Friday.

The response has almost been scary.

Since I am going to Scotland on Wednesday and we want someone in there asap, we decided to just have an open house on Tuesday and Wednesday night.

After 40 phone calls and 20 emails confirming their appearance, I’m starting to freak out a little. How the hell are we going to choose someone? Give them all boxing gloves and pick the last man standing? Pin numbers on them, line them up and go by best smile? We’ve enlisted Georgie to come in as crowd control, but other than that, we’re at a loss of what to do. Marcelo had a call from 3 Australian girls who all wanted to share the bed. Um, no.

I’m considering getting drunk for the night because hey, it sounds like a party.

And on the party note, I spent Saturday night sleeping in a barn on some hay, about 2 hours out of London, in the middle of no where. Hay is pretty cool for the first few hours, then it flattens down and becomes ground. I also rode a mechanical sheep to the cheers of “Hur, she’s from New Zealand! They know how it’s done”. Yes, yes, everyone’s a comedian.