The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Kat’s been staying at my Dad’s for a few days now. On the surface, this looks bad (my entire family is furious with him), but it’s actually doing me a big favour- if she hadn’t got anywhere to stay, she’d be banging on my door and demanding to stay here (or expecting me to leave). Notice how I’m already calling it my door?
I think Dad expected that this would allow some sort of reconciliation, but it hasn’t. Dad’s not aware of everything that Kat’s been up to, and I think he somehow still thinks it’s my fault. She’s been off out every night, meeting someone, and joking about how pissed off I’d be if I knew. Well I do know, and I couldn’t give a damn. But she’s outstayed her welcome, and if you want something doing, you need to do it yourself!
I’ve been keeping my eye open for a somewhere for her to rent, and I’ve found somewhere- not too close to us, not too far from where she works, and affordable. I’ve given her the details, and she’s made an appointment to go and look at it. She asked if I’d go with her, and I said I would.
It was a huge furnished attic room in a lovely house, owned by a really nice guy. He’s openly gay, so I guess he wouldn’t be the next bloke in the line for her. And she can move in straight away. I can’t believe my luck!
There are only two problems- although fully furnished, she needed a bed, and then there was the deposit. Where was she going to get that from? Not from me, that’s for sure!