The house

This will be the last time I will directly write about the little red cottage in the Norwegian countryside. Or more specifically its owners. Now, I had payed a deposit three years ago and of course wanted that back. I had checked my bank account several times, but as of today it hadn't come in yet. And then she called.

We met up soon afterwards and she payed me back the money owed, with some interest and some money as a 'we've done wrong with the water-thing'. Not much, but by now I was so fed up with her and her house that I just wanted at least that money that was mine and then never see or talk to her again. 

And then she came up with another doozy. I mean really: she must be on something or other, because how could anybody think that was a normal thing to do. First I want some financial compensation because I hadn't had water in over a year. She kicks me out (be it three months or five days, I was kicked out). Then she wants to remain friends? What was that about?? And today she offered me the house back once the water was okay! 

Come on, really? Did she honestly think I would move there again? With her as a landlady?

Glue. Or perhaps marker pens. Perhaps her water is bad and affecting her brains. Whatever it is though, I turned her down. I will find a place of my own and love it.