Home life

I have found myself smiling contentedly a lot recently when I have been thinking about the fact that for pretty much the first time since I moved into my house, it feels like a home.

My lodgers are a talkative gay classical pianist who likes face masks, sweets, small talk and offering cups of tea and the young straight guy I mentioned before who is shy and pretty insecure. The musician has managed to break a few things by misusing them lol and as a result of proximity to him I have consumed as much chocolate and sweets in the last month as in the previous year despite my (feeble) protestations. Living in this house has become less of a place to clean up and watch the latest installment of a dozen TV shows before bed and more of a place to talk and listen and eat together. Awesome!

They're both very attentive to the house which is another first for me: one because that's the way he is and the other because he is keen to show that him being here is a good thing. One of the policemen from where I work, which is where my younger lodger used to live took it upon himself to warn me about the lad. I believe his motivations were sincerely about protecting me from being ripped off but it was less than ethical despite being "unofficial"- I did encourage him to explore what he thought. I listened and then told him that I knew all but one of the details he'd shared and was aware that there were things I had yet to learn from the lad. I also told him that I was no naive novice Southerner falling for a clever sob story. As the lad has become more relaxed he has begun to change and it is obvious. I challenged the 'Bizzie' whether he thought this lad was a "hardened criminal?" he said no. I asked him if he thought it was possible for peopled to change and he agreed... but remained skeptical. I care not: I accept that it is possible I could come home to a house stripped of anything of value, but I believe it is increasingly unlikely. 

We've set some goals for him, I've helped him to become a little more organised and focused and he is beginning to come out of his shell. He has psoriasis and I noticed yesterday that it is definitely improving which is a testament to his levels of stress.

The frustrated daddy in me is very happy he is here and willing to be supported.

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