Ahhh doesn’t it look sweet…? Here’s home for the night. And it comes with all the mod-cons: Mouldy mattresses, a patch of concrete covering at least part of the mud floor, walls that almost touch the ground, and a chicken wire and burnt paper ceiling sparsely covering the corrugated roof, which itself had been thoughtfully punched through with innumerable holes, creating a spectacular planetarium effect. An estate agent’s dream. Oh, i forgot, and a fine sprinkling of suspicious brown pellets. Perfect! I pity the fool that… “You’re kidding right? We’re actually staying here?”
Pass me the rum Cookie. I be needing a stiffener.