Evan Gets Into Some Hot Water - NOT!

Anyone that knows me would reckon that I’m fairly accommodating to visitors. If you need to crash the night or just use the facilities then I’m more than happy to lend you a key, a towel and make you  dinner. I draw the line at foot rubs, but that’s a long story involving a clown that I met at day-care when I was five.

Unfortunately at the moment if you’d like to have a shower at my place then you’d better rock up between the hours of 6 and 10 pm or you’ll be in for a cold surprise!  Unfortunately this is the time that Evan is usually at work. Poor Evan, he misses out again.

Apparently my constant flow gas hot water heater doesn’t work to well if you remove the fuses from it! These fuses aren’t apparently obvious either. You have to pull the unit apart and then uncouple them from a mass of very dangerous looking wires. It’s not obvious that they are even fuses to begin with and the mess of wires in there isn’t for the faint at heart.

I figure that Evan hasn’t the brains nor the inclination to figure this out. Even if he did he’d need a new fuse to make it work. Last I checked a new fuse could set you back as much as $2 at the local servo. Even if Evan could be bothered to walk to the servo to get a fuse I doubt he’d part with the cash. I’d like to see him attempt it however as it’s a lot easier to evict someone after they’ve electrocuted themselves. I wonder if there’s a specific council pick up day for dead flatmates?

I’m fairly sure that Evan figured out the new washing regime at home by his exit from the house yesterday. The front door slammed so hard that I heard it from the back of the house. I hope that Evan’s bad mood had nothing to do with not being able to take a shower before going to work. It would tear me up inside to know that he didn’t get to leave the house all happy and clean.

The Washing machine is still as he left it and the last load of washing is still sitting on a rack in the kitchen. I checked the fridge today and he hasn’t touched the bread that’s been in there for 5 days. That must be a gastronomic record for him. I’m waiting for him to realise that you can use the electric grill on the oven to toast bread with. If he does then I’ll be fixing the oven as well!

I did notice yesterday when I got home that there was evidence that the lounge room had been used. He’s obviously reverted to watching shows on the projector through my DVD player. Good luck finding it today as it’s not connected to the home theatre anymore. There’s now nothing for him to do in the house but sleep and read. The only books I’ve seen in his stuff had half the pages stuck together!

And not that I was going through his stuff mind you, a curious box suddenly appeared on my work bench one day that just happened to be full of porn. Errrck. One thing a guy doesn’t want to rummage through is another man’s spank bank. It’s bad enough that I get to listen to him ploughing away at his part car alarm girlfriend most nights!

Tomorrow is rent day. Evan is already 2 weeks behind, though he reckons he’s paid up. I’ll be interested to see if he deposits anything in my account tomorrow. Actually, even when things were good I didn’t get my money on the day it was due, but I’ll be checking anyway to see. Evan now has one week left before eviction day. After that things in the house are going to get a bit weird!