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Aussie ex-pat, Annabel Livingstone, has been living in London for the best part of three years, meaning she has seen her fair share of European Summers. And while this may sound like paradise for any Australian slumming it through Australia’s driest winter on record, for Annabel it is an absolute punish.
Not because the London Summer is the equivalent of an Australian Autumn/Winter, but because every possible human that Annabel has ever met reckons they’re now good enough mates to sleep on her couch. And according to Annabel, quite frankly, she is sick of it.
“Look, don’t get me wrong, I love that my friends have come to visit me”
“But fark, I am so sick of it!”
“I want to get up in the morning, have a cuppa on the couch and I can’t because I’ve got some blow-in sprawled out on it”
The Advocate understands that it’s not even close friends that Annabel has found sleeping on her couch, it’s people she’s barely even met.
“Oh, and that’s the worst thing, people that I had a dart with in 2009 are hitting me up for a place to stay – like, mate, quit being so povo and pay for a hotel!”
When asked whether she had considered knocking back some accommodation requests, Annabel’s true west QLD hospitality shone through.
“Nah, I can’t say no, it would be unpatriotic.”
“I never thought I’d say I’m looking forward to a UK Winter, but here we are”
More to come.
