I've avoided writing much about my holiday on this blog after someone suggested that telling the world i'm going away might not be a good idea. But then again i'm really thinking that Daniel might be a great house sitting friend so might not need to bother.
He's now getting quite friendly with a guy who lives in Huddersfield, which is not far away from here. This guy works in Halifax so It makes sense to stay at my place more often. He could of course just stay at this guys house, but i don't think the relationship has reached that point yet.
They met on a night out in Manchester. It's interesting how many men you meet in Mancs who actually live miles away. It's as if they travel to the big city lights for the weekend before getting back to the dreary outskirts for a normal life. (not that Manchester is particularly spectacular or exciting) Daniel says he's nothing like the same person in his own environment. I know what he means. I don't mean he's different when sober. He's just a little less "out" when he's at home, if you get my drift. He's not camp and doesn't do the hairy fairy pink fluffy woofter thing when he on the town. But he's much more masculine and acts slightly different. It's a bit difficult to describe. It's a subtle thing. Maybe i see something that's not there.
Daniel likes it anyway. And if i'm honest so do i. I'm not sure what i'm taking about here so let's move on.
Anyway back to the house sitting thing. I've told him he can spend more time here over the next few weeks if he wants to be closer to visit his mate. But i'm actually just saying that to sort of telling him how to look after my house. That sounds really patronising but Daniel has never had his own place or lived alone. From past experience of him staying with me he assumes that a plate left in the sink automatically washes itself. After all that's what normally happens at home.
And Lights go out when he's not in the room and the central heating costs nothing so can be left on when no one is in, and the worse thing of all... The door locks itself when he goes to bed at night. I remember once going back to his place after a night out. His parents were away for the weekend so we had the place to ourselves. We arrived home at about 4 in the morning on a warm summer night(?). The door was locked, but all the windows had been left open. No need to worry about burglars though because ALL the lights had been left on, along with the TV & a laptop computer.
Remember, he'd left the house like this at least 8 hours previous!.
He's like a small child really.