The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Well that didn’t last very long. Katrina’s no longer living in the house I found for her only 3 – 4 weeks ago. I’m very curious as to why. When she told me, she said that she was concerned about privacy. I’m not so sure.
Her space was the entire top level of the house, with the staircase leading up to it from the middle- and to be fair to her, there was no door at the top or the bottom of the stairs.
I’m sure that the house owner wasn’t interested in her though, and I’m sure that his boyfriend wouldn’t have been either. No, I suspect that she’s been told to leave. The house was utterly immaculate- not a spec of dust or a cushion out of place. Even though she’s been out of my house (see- I’m calling it “my house” already) for over a month, and I have filled god-knows how many bin-bags with rubbish, it still looks like the city dump. I can’t see that she would fit in there.
She’s moving in with “Dave”. It must be the same Dave as in the emails I printed out for the solicitor. It turns out that he’s the “office queen” that she was so keen for me to meet at her work’s Christmas party last year. The mind boggles!