Eleanor agreed to interview Polly as a potential lodger after I persuaded her that she'd have trouble paying the mortgage if she didn't jump at the chance. Anyway, yesterday at 8:07pm she turned up, three bottles of wine in hand (the cheapo three for a tenner offer if I'm not mistaken...) and proceeded to be interviewed. Apparently Polly was born in 1985 and named after a pack of tights her mother removed two hours prior to her birth. She had a very sad childhood which consisted of living in a series of rented flats whilst her mother sent all of their benefit money to various donkey charities. As soon as she could she left home and enrolled on a BTEC National in Fashion which led to a raft of tedious retail jobs prior to meeting Roger at a pattern cutting conference in Crewe.
When we asked why she was leaving the flat Polly tried to dodge the question but she advised me not to light too many candles around Roger, advice which I found both odd and alarming. Eleanor was more blatant and asked whether he was a pervert, Polly merely stated that she felt safe with him but it was best to buy him four bakery scones on a Saturday afternoon and usually that did the trick.
After a bottle of wine Eleanor seemed her normal drunken self and agreed to rent her spare room to Polly for a three month trial period. I don't know but I think Polly and I will become good friends, despite the fifteen year age gap.
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