I had a chat with News with Nipples about my time in Breaker Bay. I promised a story, so here it is.
Breaker Bay in Wellington is an amazing place. In between Seatoun and the airport, it is a wonderful little seaside village you could think was in the middle of nowhere. But the place has spirit, wairua.
I moved in to a flat which turned out to be with the sister of my best friend from school. She also turned out to be a self-professed witch. Despite the crazed neighbour – complete with charges of obscene exposure and threatening phone calls – it was all pretty damned groovy. But that’s another story for another time.
Things got a little weird when she started taking an unhealthy interest in hedgehogs. Flatty noticed that there were a lot of baby hedgehogs around in late autumn, and that they would never survive the winter because they were born far too late. So she decided to rescue them.
We had a sun-room at the back of the house which was always warm, and had lino – an important fact that will hopefully be obvious. At the time, I had decided it would be cool to move into the sleepout above the garage. When if I had to go to the loo in the middle of the night, I had to go to the one in the sun-room. And thus the problem starts.
One thing about hedgehogs – the poo and pee all over the place. And they aren’t nice to stand on. Admittedly, standing on a hedgehog is worse for the hog, but still not particularly pleasant for the stander. And seeing as it was (for some reason) my job to clean the sun-room, this kinda marked the deterioration in the relationship. And it went downhill fast.
On the plus side, I moved out into another flat, where there was the most wonderful woman. Gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, caring. She later became my wife.
So, I guess I leave you with two things here to share if you feel like it:
1: What strange animal-fetishes have you come across with flatmates?
2: Have you ever found the love of your life through flatting?
There are more stories to come, in due time, of what led up to my going flatting in Breaker Bay, and how my new flatmate became my wife. But all in good time. And please – take it easy on me. I am a virgin blogger. After years of prolific commenting, finally decided it was time to have my own space.