Flushed Away @ Palmeira Square

Alright, before we start with this particular post, we need to recap what happened in the last edition of Blogging in the Sand.

”Cokadooodle doooooooo !!! “ I suddenly jump up and look around. At first I’m taken aback by my surroundings. Then slowly it dawns upon me. We’re in our new castle. I manage to take a peek at my fiancé, Tasi, the sand pixie, who is quite comfortably snuggled under her duvet. I slowly get out of bed, and walk to the kitchen to make myself a glass of kopi !

This was where we diverted away from the topic, and dedicated an entire post to the “greatness” of Mr. Beelzebub RedCap. Coming back to the topic, as I had mentioned previously, we had shifted into a new castle. To briefly mention the sandcastle would be a mockery on its very existence. Hence I dedicate this edition of blogging in the sand to describe our new castle at Palmeira Square and its various mysterious happenings. However, before you can form any sort of opinion about our castle, I would like to stress the point that the castle is strategically situated in the heart of Brighton & Hove and it is just a 5 minute walk to the beach as well as to the basic supermarts like Tekso, Arsda(pronounced as ARSEDA), Stainscurry etc. Above all, there is a single common factor which united all of us in moving out – it worked out to be a lot cheaper on our already torn wallets and purses.

The outside architecture of the sandcastle was quite similar to some of the oldest Victorian houses, which is quite common in UK. However, internally, it was split into 4 level, with us magical creatures occupying the whole of the 2^nd level and the other levels occupied by mundane humans. The problem that we however faced, was that we were 5, while the castle had 4 rooms. Hence, in order to find the unsuspecting volunteer, we interviewed gazillions of probably roomies, including the smelly ADIDA the banshee and short Quiza the streeler. But we met dead ends everywhere….especially since it involved a lot of money.

One fine wintery evening, when the sun decided it had enough for the day, Ahsin summoned us (Me and Tasi) to their over-crowded flat. It so happened that we had found a taker for the position of the 6^th roommate. It was Basul, the Erkling. After a brief interview session, where it was hammered by questions from all of us, we decided to accept it. So as mentioned, we all quit the university castles and moved into our beautiful castle near the sea. The first few days passed quite uneventfully, unless you consider the fact that we dint have electricity nor did we have heating for a couple of weeks. Once all that was arranged for, we started settling in. The five of us, excluding Basul, decided that we would take turns at cooking. However, Basul felt left out and started sticking to us, with statements of hunger and pretending that he dint know to cook. However, we maintained our ground and informed him that the deal was just to stay in the flat and cook his own food. There started the declining of our so-called “friendly” relation with Basul. Every action henceforth was scrutinized thoroughly.

Now, our dear friend Basul, in spite of already having done a masters in M.C.R (Magical Creature Resources.. the equivalent of H.R for you humans), had a slight pronunciation issue. Would Be was popularly known as Woulddd Be, and so and so forth with the rest of the words ending in a single D. One interesting incident that did take place quite recently was the “Flush” issue. I was experiencing difficulty in flushing the toilet. When the button was pressed, the water along with the remnants floated up, swirled around and would refuse to go through that weird “S” shaped tube ( I’m trying to explain it as “un-disgustingly” as posbbile). Finally throwing buckets of water into the toilet temporarily solved the problem. On vacating the loo, I enquired of Tasi, Ahsin, Gounder Brownie and Count Soltaar regarding this matter. Apparently all of them had experienced the similar sort of agony while trying to flush the toilet. The decision to call the plumber was taken. On trying to fix the problem, the plumber discovered the wet scraps of newspaper stuck in the “s” shaped bend. This was what caused the problem. On query, it was discovered that Basul was using paper to cleanse its holy self after finishing the toilet duties, that too the “METRO NEWSPAPER”. ( For you non UK residents, METRO is the free newspaper of which as many copies as required can be obtained). Apparently Basul, was conserving both water as well as toilet tissues by using the free newspaper. On being confronted regarding this issue, Basul insisted that this was how it cleansed itself and blamed the fault on the “irregular” S-bend of the toilet. Finally Tasi and Ahsin took matters into their hands and gave good telling-off to Basul.

Thus the “Environment-friendly” Basul, corrected his cleansing habits and the toilet resorted to functioning properly. However, the sight of Tasi or Ahsin created havoc within its tiny brains and he would refuse to speak to either one of them, for quite a formidable period. Another thing, that irritates Basul, is the shutting of doors and walking through the corridor. I presume he expects us to fly past his door and into the loo and back, since it is purely impossible to walk without making a sound in the dark. Mr. Basul also gets agitated by the fact that we do not ask him how his day was nor do we take care of him.

However inspite of all these differences, we the residents of Palmeira Square live happily in accordance to the rules we create.

Cheers Sand Leprechaun

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