Tuesday, 24 August 2010

Viewing #4 – The belly dancer

“I teach belly-dancing downstairs a couple of nights a week. Is that okay with you?”

A garden full of pot plants; dream catchers in the window; bongos here; a didgeridoo there: for Old Trafford, this house was pretty darned Chorlton. The Ayres Road neighbourhood has always tickled my fancy, with its Asian supermarkets and bustling, crate-filled streets. The landlady was mid-fifties, friendly, and very much the grown-up hippy. The three downstairs rooms were lovely, but the bedroom… it was grotty… and I knew that second that it was a no. Steve wrote on Facebook, “How could living with a belly dancer be anything other than awesome?”

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