Saturday 31st March (Day 30)
I arrived
back at the house to be greeted by 2 random Irish girls sat in our back
garden. I assumed they were Mick’s
friends (Irish guy who lives next door).
After general introductions and stuff they asked me if I had a key for
next door as the back door was locked and they needed to get inside to get some
booze that was in Mick’s room. I didn’t
have any keys but the kitchen window was open and the gap was big enough for me
to climb in.
I was quite
happy at first to climb into the window at their request but half way through I
suddenly started doubting my actions. I
was breaking into a house on the request of these 2 girls who I didn’t actually
know. For all I know they could have
been trying to rob the house and then heard me come in and decided to act like
they knew someone inside.
But they must
be Mick’s friends? Surely, no burglar
waits in someone’s back garden to be let in.
I was half way through the window and I couldn’t really stop now. It would be terrible rude it I did. After somewhat regrettably letting them in
they headed straight to Mick’s room.
They seemed to know their way around the place and they did describe
exact what they wanted from Mick’s room.
It was a crate of beer and that is all they took from Mick’s room.
We were just
leaving the house when Mick himself showed up.
There seemed to be a bit of tension between Mick and one of the girls
and I had just assisted in allowing her into Mick’s room without his
permission. I quickly made myself scarce
and disappeared into my room.
After a while
things seemed to calm down and I started hearing other people who were coming
back from the night out. I was hearing
new voices from the garden and I couldn’t get to sleep so I decided to get up
and chill with whoever was in the back garden.
I stayed up and chatted with mainly Irish people until around 5 o’clock
in the morning. After so much wine, so
much food, a hectic night out and breaking into my neighbour’s house all I had
to look forward to was my insanely uncomfortable bed. It is the kind of bed you would expect to
find in a North Korean prison.
I had fun
today but tomorrow I will be paying for it.
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