Rosevibe

I think I must have an unusually sensitive sense of smell.
Really.
Am I the only person around who understands the importance of personal hygiene? I’ve already mentioned the filthy beast I currently reside with (who by the way is not my fella, how people mistake these things so easily lol To clarify for people like Kitty who mix up my men – Sean is the soon to be ex-housemate, Stef is the love of my life, do keep up people…)
Anyhow – sense of smell. It’s a bit of a bugger for me, surely I am not alone in finding it hard to function when surrounded by a miasma that could have only sprung forth from the bog of eternal stench?!
To the balding early 40′s guy (obviously lacking an olfactory sense) who made my journey here a misery:
Do not sit in front of me on the bus ever again, especially if there happens to be a breeze, because if it’s anything like the journey home today I think I’d be hard pressed not to vomit all over you.

Seriously – the scent coming from this guy…
No, strike that. Not ‘scent’ – that is by far too gentle a word to describe the almost visible waves of nauseating STENCH rolling backwards from the guy in front of me.

It came as quite an unpleasant shock to breathe that in, he looked neat and clean – pressed t-shirt, neat hair, healthy looking skin. But the god awful aroma of 3 week old sweat ironed into that shirt – it must have been, that’s the only explanation for the strength of it.
He must have been experimenting with pheromones or something because it was an almost physical wave that slapped my head back and pinned me into my seat as far away as I could get without crawling into the laps of the people behind me.
You know it’s bad when you start chewing your fist and mentally reciting passing number plates in an attempt to take your mind away from the rising gorge *shudders*
I need to learn to drive, blatantly.
*ugh* I can still taste that smell in the back of my throat – I need a wire brush and some dettol.
Stat.

The flat is slowly getting into some sort of shape for me to start painting – and I do mean slowly *sigh* I’ve managed to clean one and a half walls in the last 2 days, they’re in a disgusting state and it’s taking a fair old whack of elbow grease – something I have in short supply these days due to my unfortunate state of health (for all the Michele visitors etc etc, I have M.E. aka Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, all you really need to know is it sucks great big fat hairy donkey bollocks. Regularly.)
I still need to get the skirting, radiators, doors and doorframes sanded down – mums been filling in all the holes for me today. I don’t know what the previous tenants did but I’m guessing a lot of it involved throwing sharp objects at the walls.
Lets just say my estimate of 2 weeks of decorating before moving all my crap may be a little on the optimistic side *sigh* I also need to decide on carpets or flooring throughout, buy a cooker and get a wardrobe built in the bedroom (though the wardrobe thing probably needs to be done before the carpeting, possibly before I paint – I dunno, gonna have a word with Darren and see if he can give me some pointers)
I wouldn’t mind, but once I’ve moved in – I still need to do the entrance, stairwell, hall and bathroom.

Lets just say there’s been a rather blue tinge to the air in that flat over the last few days.
If I could find the ‘Pinhead’ who lived there before me I may have to explain a few decorating essentials – like not using matt water based emulsion on enamelled bathroom radiators for example, the fact that when painting a wall you do not paint the ceiling and odd parts of the skirting (unless the haphazard ‘splodge’ effect was intentional?)
I’d also explain that new tenants dislike having the door pounded upon by the friends of previous tenants (especially ones who try to push past you demanding to see ‘pinhead’) please let all and sundry know you’ve moved on, even if you don’t tell them where.

At least my helpers will have somewhere to sit when I can con encourage them to come round. Mum and Dave brought some fishing chairs round last night – infinitely better than attempting to sit on an inflatable mattress that needs pumping up every 15 minutes or so!

I’ll be glad when I’m settled and can concentrate on important things like buying a new processor though. My poor pc…