Guilt

Well, alea jacta est.

People have begun to call about the flat already. I've got one viewing for this evening at six and another person has e-mailed expressing interest in the place. I'm starting to feel guilty about this as they both seem nice from the limited interaction I've had with them.

I've always lived with friends or a partner ever since I moved out of home. I've lived with randoms once, and to be honest, the easiest living experience I had was with the randoms. A cleaner came round once a week to clean away the mess. Sure, some people took the piss with the washing up, but a few days later it would be sorted out. There wasn't the disappointment you feel when living with friends about the mess they've made and having to clean up after them. I honestly think this may work out better for the Twat. He may learn something about living with a random. Or will his twattiness drive them away in 10 seconds flat? For his sake I hope it's the former, but I'll believe that when I see it. I'm not holding out much hope, but I'm feeling a wee bit guilty about foisting him on a poor, unsuspecting person.

Or it's because they're both women and they're probably going to be hot? This is London after all. Actually, it's just a viewing, they may just hate the place and not want to move in after all.