6, Dunedin part two.
So the Irish guy got his eviction letter two weeks ago. He’s leaving in two weeks and he’s taking the German guy with him. Not only that, but the French guy is leaving as well. And what’s more, the French girl might be leaving too. What, am I some sort of repellant? Shall I shoot loony landlady now or shall I do it after supper?
Speaking of which, she came by earlier to have a word with the French girl about potential tenants (a Spanish couple, and they’ll be taking the room next to mine. o woe betide sleepless nights of hearing the bedpost knock-knock-a-knocking ‘gainst the wall) and the German guy told her to say what she came to say and leave. Very nasty.
After that, our little drama queen landlady had a fainting spell. She started to fall backwards and the French girl had to accompany her home. O why didn’t she just let her fall back and knock her head against something and get amnesia and then everyone can stay as they were.
She’s coming by again on Friday to check the house and rooms. Expect a big scene then.
This is blasphemy. This is madness. This is 6 Dunedin.
Sorry, the anticipation for 300 is too excrutiating.
