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Okay, so I know it has been a while since I last made a post. Issues with my server and domain expiring hasn’t helped things, and neither has the xbox.

I have a few stories to tell over the next few days (not including the weekend, because they don’t count as days).

On one of the blogs that I regularly read, The Gospel According to Rhys, my namesake, I mentioned that I may start up a new and entertaining section about my new housemate.

Meet Kira.

(I was going to change her name to protect her privacy. However, the exhibitionist that she is, she wanted me to use her real name. I just won’t put down any other details.)

Kira is blonde. And not just blonde in hair colour. But the type of blonde, that doesn’t get blonde jokes.

Within her first week living with me, she nearly killed us. Okay, slight exaggeration. She cooked dinner for us that night, and after eating it in front of the idiot box, after a little while, we smell gas.

“Do you smell gas?” Kira asks.

“Ah yes, yes I do. Did you turn off the stove?”

“Erm… I think so.” She replied. I get up and wander over to the stove, to find all the switches facing the same way. On.

She had somehow managed to turn ALL of the hotplates on, despite only using two of them. Now, you’re probably wondering ‘How the f*** did she manage that?’. To be honest, I have no fucking clue. When I asked her… neither did she.

I took a deep breath, and pondered a little about the next many months coming with Kira.

This is the first of many stories. There are many more to come, and I’m pretty certain that I won’t run out of material any time soon. Only a few hours ago she asked me if ants were nocturnal… yeah.

Wait until the you hear about the garlic bread…