David moving in?

David got some rather big news yesterday. His flatmate (ex, and leaseholder) wants to move. 

I don't blame him. The rent on the place is $700 a week shared between him and David. Tiny little terrace house. Hot as hell at night but no air conditioning. No screens on the windows and doors and mosquitoes galore at night, so you lie in bed either sweating all night or getting eaten alive as you sleep. The toilet is actually an outside toilet; you have to go out the back door and down towards the yard to get to it (wonderful at night when you've had a few beers and attempt a descent on the stairs from hell, finally arriving out in the night to take a piss). Darlinghurst is of course much more expensive than here where I live, but fuckin $700 a week for that? That's virtually double our rent here of $360.

So David finds himself in a predicament. Does he move with his flatmate, or move in with me? I said to him that to do what's best for him and all but it'd be great if he decided to come and live at mine (think I'd have to vacuum more often though). Mine is a huge bedroom, with an attached little enclosed balcony/"sun-room". The house is fine for his two cats being so big/old. It may be an old dump but it's a big old dump. But the biggest incentive is the rent: at only $360, split three ways, he'd only be paying $120 a week. That's fuckin chicken feed for Sydney, especially the eastern suburbs. 

Early days yet, his flat mate hasn't even signed a lease or anything.

David and my daughter get on really well. She's even come by his place the other day to see his two cats for the first time. If he does move in, wow, what a modern family it would be. Two gays, a daughter of one of them, and three cats. Sounds like something dreamed up for a telly series :)