BastardJarrod knew that his life was going to be busy like this for the foreseeable future and didn’t hesitate to climb into bed after making sure he had turned on the dryer to have some clothes ready for the morning session. Until he closed his eyes though, he was still ‘on’, and his phone vibrated with a call from his sister Anna.
“Hey, Jarrod,” she said. “Have you got a house in Melbourne?”
“Oh, hello,” said Jarrod cheekily. “I get the keys on Thursday. Oh, and I get a car on Thursday too. s**t, it’s like my life starts on Thursday.”
“Ah, great,” said Anna, as if alluding to something.
“Why do you ask?” asked Jarrod as if being prompted.
“Does it have lots of rooms?” asked Anna.
“Lots of rooms?” asked Jarrod. It was his turn to prompt.
“Yes, how many rooms does it have?” asked An
