As you may have noticed I haven't mentioned a roommate in a while.
The little doctor left in December and since then the right person has not presented themselves.
This is unusual. But I didn't fret. I am a lover of solitude, especially in the dark, cold months.
But I am also a lover of money in my savings account and that is shrinking more rapidly than I would like.
Many of my friends use Airbnb when they travel so last night I decided to give hosting a try.
I set up an account this morning and imagine my surprise when I got my first booking hours later. For tonight. Whaat?
Imagine the guest's surprise when Lucy joins him in bed to sit at the window scoping out the activity on the street.
I did stress must love cats. And I posted a picture with Lucy sitting on the very bed he will be sleeping in. But everyone is not a connoisseur of details.....
Oh dear god, I just got a message from him, he expects to be here in 30 minutes.
Well, the bed is made, the cats are fed and in fine fettle. the house is clean and flowers and plants abound.
Wish me luck. The guests write reviews of their stay.
I hope the moniker "crazy cat lady" remains a hashtag on Instagram and not an internet comment about my house.
But let's face it....does he look like he cares one whit about his reputation?
Didn't think so.
PS. the first guest has arrived. Smart, polite and seems slightly amazed that I have cats!?!
What did I tell you.
