There's something in the walls.

So, I woke up thismorning at 6:30. Nothing unusual about that. Hit snooze to cop another ten.

That's when I heard it.

Scuffling. Scuffling and shuffling about. Oh My God, don't tell me there's something living in the freakin' walls of our new house.


And then I remembered.... our tenant moved into the basement suite last night. He was moving stuff around I guess. Getting settled.

It wasn't loud enough to wake me up, just keep me up.

Fast forward.

I finished my shower and was starting the coffee when there was a knock on the back door and a person peering through my kitchen window. Scared the bejeezus out of me for crying out loud. Then he tries the door!

I'm in my jammies. I'm pregnant and showing a month before we can even tell anyone. It's the freakin' morning for God sakes...I just want privacy and quiet.

So I shut off the alarm, put on my robe, and step outside.

He wants to know where the nearest grocery store is.

So I tell him and I give him the user manual for the washer and dryer.

It's fine that he's getting settled and everything and there will need to be a few things ironed out as he unpacks and organizes in our basement; in a new neighbourhood for him. So I'm not going to bitch. I'm not going to rant and rave. It was only a question. He needed to know, at 7am in the morning, where the closest grocery store was. So I won't say anything. I won't go off.

Really, I won't.

Urs.