I’ve lived with a lot of mental people over the years. When I travelled round the world teaching English there were three people who really stuck out as being slightly different from the norm.
First was Mamamaria, mother of the family I stayed with in Quito, Ecuador. She was a lovely, kind, frail old lady. Her two daughters were in the flat, but her son worked in the South of Ecuador. I think she often saw me as his replacement, mainly because of how she was around me. She used to sit and watch me cook and eat my meals, would always stand at the top of the stairs in her pink dressing gown and wave me goodbye in the morning, and at night would check that I’d cleaned my teeth and washed behind my ears. Continue reading “Why are housemates so weird?”