The Joys of Boys

Things have changed... Alot.
I have moved in with Tony and we have been doing up the house together since February. Very tiring but so satisfying seeing it all come together. To help with the bills we have to have a lodger... Boooo! We had a girl for all of 2 months who was so lazy and unhealthy it was unreal! When she first moved in, her boyfriend was helping her get her bags into the house. After it was all done, we all sat down and got to know eachother better and we soon found out they met online only 2 weeks before she moved in with us. Something I have missed is that she wanted to move in sooner than we would let her, so she moved in temporarily with her new chap. Quick? Very.
She was a strange girl. She practically lived in her room and would only sit downstairs when Tony was working. She never once cooked a meal and lived on ready meals and junk food. She often complained of not being able to sleep, however never once thought about the amount of Red Bull and fizzy, high caffeine drinks she had prior to going to bed. Daft girl, oh well, moan over... about that anyway! Four weeks after moving in, she sat downstairs with me whilst Tony was at work and said she had good news and bad news. I could tell already what she was going to say.
"Chris has asked me to move in with him" She only knew the guy for 6 weeks!!!
Anyway, we got through it and we now have the Bulgarian living here. I hasten to add he is a man! I didn't really want a male lodger living for us. I don't mind, but it's just when Tom is at work in the evenings I don't feel as comfortable as I could/should. Every so often I like to have a long hot bath and relax in the lounge in nothing but my dressing gown... However with a stranger man in the house, no.
The Bulgarian is turning out to be a very good housemate though, he washes up and has even asked if I can create a cleaning rota! He is the complete opposite of the girl. His only downside has come out tonight... he likes football. Tony was very pleased with this revelation and yes they are currently sat glued to the TV watching the match.
I am no longer a football widow but a football prisoner...