Checking the cockroach graveyard to see is there been any more bodies dumped in that charnel house down between the wall and my bed....nothing more, just the two that were there this morning.
A bug just landed on my bare neck and in the meantime I notice my newest residents...crickets. They've come in through the open window, which, as it has bars, I have left open during my week long occupancy in the hope that the fresh air combined with the fan going at turbo speed will wash out the all-pervading smell of mould from my room...
I have christened my room "Mould World".
I make this sound bad, I knows but I am actually very attached to my little cell, with its tatty walls and threadbare linens and livestock. I love to retreat to here at the end of each day and pile my pillows up and lie back and read. I ponder the day from this dank smelling and turbo aired abode, loving my life.
Phil, is in the room next door. It’s somewhat more salubrious that mine as it has two windows and a paint job done this century, not last, is offset by the fact that the gate is next to one of those windows. Every time someone comes through the gate, it squeaks terribly.
Oh, and Philly has decor. She's brought a quilt with her from home to give to the family we're build for and it's spread over her bed looking bright. That's despite the fact that it's a thousand degrees in the plastic bottle - she's got air con going night and day and snuggles at night.
I prefer the fan as it keeps my friends fit and healthy because they have to use their little wings a lot!
Our sleep however, is good. And the laughs we have over our accommodations are real.
ABOVE: Dave the Pom - a hasher from Perth who joined us on the build...was also a bit of a guitar man. He practised outside Phil's bedroom window. I joined in and sang just to really make her day!
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!