A religious experience.
The last shared house I lived in I started off sharing with 4 others. I lived there for eight weeks and in that time everyone else left. The house was a traditional Victorian Terrace where the bathroom had been put in an extension at the rear and you had to go through the living/dining room and kitchen to get to it. The last person to leave I'd got along ok with. One day the Mormons came knocking and she invited them in for a chat. I may not agree with all they say and do but each to their own. What I did object to was when she had some to visit and they tried to convert me when I was busting for a pee/dump, or with only a towel round me after a bath.
One weekend I made the dutiful visit to the parents and on my return found the house empty. A few weeks later the landlord informed me that she had had a breakdown and was back with her parents.
(jvz, Sun 1 Mar 2009, 21:26, Reply)