03/8/12

Cockroach-fest.

Years ago, I lived in a block of flats in South London. Well heated, they were, with loads of rubbish left all over the place.

The cockroaches simply adored it and once word got round, they arrived in swarms.  I swear the Cockroach Kingdom had their own Ideal Home Exhibition with a special display stand for those flats:
Strut your funky stuff at the South London Party Palace. A Disco every Night.

So they did.

It became second nature to tip shoes upside down before putting them on, inspect anything before picking it up and to kick the little critters off work surfaces, chairs and dinner plates. Once, in mid conversation, I absentmindedly stood up, brushed one off my friend’s shoulder and then sat down again and carried on chatting as if nothing had happened. Continue reading

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