Friday, September 11, 2009

House minding

Am houseminding this week. A lovely holiday in a tall house with the biggest tv in the universe & 20,000,000 dvds, 5 mins drive from the studio. Unfortunate that i have so much work to do this week & can't just veg here watching movies.

Jolly nice house 4 levels & at least 4 bathrooms i've lost count. Nice as it all is, its not really my kinda style. Everything is very sharp. You could hurt yourself on just about anything. I guess if you knocked your head in the kitchen on laminate it would hurt as much as it would hitting it on granite benchtops, but the stone seems harder to me. You could break a plate just putting it down. The cabinet knobs are small & painful to use, for no apparent reason or benefit. Walking up the stairs you have to be quite alert cos not only are the stairs open to the basement so whatever u drop will go right down there, long way down, but they're sharp & hard & the railing is pointy & sharp edged, made of steel with wires. Its not a house for children unless u want em to grow up with dents or be naturally selected by the whims of a steel house. A little puddle of water on a stair would be enough i guess. I reckon in my kinda house you could stagger upstairs pissed & bounce off the railing without opening a vein. Thats more my style. Bit more forgiving. Maybe not even ANY stairs. That would be nice.

2 comments:

  1. patch and I used to do a bit of houseminding. we stayed in some very weird places - some ultra-modern massive designer places like the one you describe. i couldnt take them for more than a few days at a time. dead places. the weirdest was a place like that in which a family of four lived. except that there was no visible sign of the presence of children. really creepy. i mean, what kind of crazy obessiveness must it take to erase signs of the existance of a couple of kids under 10...

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