Almost a week in the house, and it feels like home already.
We’re falling into a pattern regarding which parts of the house are the territory of which person. The kitchen is neutral ground where we chat and catch up and one of us cooks tea. The dining room (I’ve never had a dining room before!) is also shared property, but then the bathroom upstairs, the lounge and the main bedroom are Philippa’s domain, while I have bragging rights to the downstairs bathroom, the smaller bedroom upstairs and the ‘den’, which is fine by me, as the ‘den’ has a TV with a separate digibox, and I can hide in there and watch National Geographic in the evenings.
After my conversation with Gav the other day, I’ve checked round the house as much as possible and so far haven’t found any cameras. I’ve also been through all David’s desks and drawers to look for relevant instruction manuals, but again I’ve come up empty-handed. You never know, though, so I’ve been online to a ‘Spy Shop’ in London and I’ve ordered a device that scans your whole house for surveillance equipment and beeps if it finds any bugs. It should arrive by Tuesday.
Call me paranoid if you will, but I’d rather be safe than sorry.
RC 24-5-12
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