Yorkshire Bunkers: Part 2

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Yorkshire Bunkers: Part 1

 

Yorkshire Bunkers: Part 1
My niece visits, and then hell breaks loose.

Based on a post by Atomica24. In 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

My brother texted me, could his daughter, Alice, my niece come and stay for a few days, she wanted to go to a lecture from a visiting American Professor at the University of York, and they lived several hours away.

I replied yes, let me know what train she was on, and I would pick her up.
My Retirement Home:

I spent the morning tidying the guest bedroom, making it habitable rather than my dumping ground. I did a trip to the tip to get rid of stuff I really didn't need and that I had simply been holding onto. You know, just in case. Well, just in case was now Alice coming to stay, it all had to go.

The house was quite large and set centrally in a few acres of woodland, I hadn't furnished all the rooms, and really only lived in a small part of the house. I had made a few additions, I had solar panels installed on the roof and a few helical wind turbines dotted about. I had cleared all the trees within a hundred yards of the house, and bought myself a mill to turn the wood into useful lumber. It kept me busy.

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 4.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 4.
The Power of an honorable woman.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

By the time Halloween rolled around, I was in a better mood. I'd gotten a job at the Admissions Department, which was just a five-minute walk from the Student's Cooperative where I'd found a room for less than half of what I was paying for the dorm overflow apartment. As Suki described it before she passed on applying for a vacancy, it was "like a bunch of goddamn hippies took over a frat house!" I didn't mind it so much. People were nice there and it felt more like a home than an apartment or dorm complex did. Even better, the house had a massive kitchen.

Surprising everyone who knew him, Kurt actually got his shit together. He got a job as a waiter at a local French Bistro, which was perfect because chatting up customers was effortless for him, and as long as he delivered the right food, people loved him. He also got a phone and enrolled in extension courses with a Fine Arts major. At the end of the November, he was going to start renting a room at the same Co-Op where I lived.