Rental home

By: Unknown on 07:42

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Married life in rental homes has its little quirks. House-searching was slightly daunting as its first foray into a life lived together- I need public transport; he does not; he wants privacy, I am cool with neither; he wants to rent for as long as he could, I liked not having to pay rent. 

We settled for a little 2 bedroom 1 toilet unit, 4 mins from the station. The previous tenant was a heavy smoker, and the cupboards puffs out cigarette smoke if u open and shut the doors quick enough. He probably also does not do his toilet business well, and destroyed the wall paint and left residue under the plastic toilet seat bit which is screwed onto the ceramic toilet bowl.

Sometimes it feels like a budget motel, you get what you pay, and it is a place we call our marital home. 

Just today the toilet is working up. The water level stays dangerously high after flushing, sometimes the poop does not go into the u-bend as it usually does. Alarming right? Today we have been doing a I-pee-then-suds-pee turn so we don't flush so much, and we stood watching our pee, the solemnity and anxiety thick in the air.

"Suds, your pee is so yellow.....""You must be one dirty fellow."  *runs away*