Eventually I’ll get up and finish cleaning the house.
Some knockings on the door two hours ago scared the shit out of me: the apartment was still an horrible mess as I hadn’t started the cleaning, and I thought the knockings were my parents’.
What do a Michel do in such a circumstance ? Put loud punk music on (the Descendents) and pretend you don’t hear the knockknocks and start cleaning. Eventually M. would go and open the door and say “oh, I just heard your knockings on my door !” like 30 minutes later when the apartment looks somewhat decent.
Actually, I never went opening the door because the knockings had stopped. Surely these were on my neighbours’ door.
And if they were my parents there behind the door who got discouraged and go, then fuck it: I prefer them parting than see I sometimes can’t keep the apartment sparkling clean everyday. Thanks, but no thanks, I’ve lived this humiliating situation once, I don’t plan on seeing this happening once again.
Your words