I said to Peo, “We should totally buy that house. It’s probably only like a million pounds.”
I was close:
Peo replied, “But who would want to live next to a Klingon School of Danger?!”
I said, “Klingons would, duh! Especially if they were students of the school. Think of the convenience!”
Peo rolled her eyes at me and asked, “Okay but what humans would want to live there?”
I suggested, “Well maybe someone who prefers it as a sharknado lab would like to live there.”
She said, “That still seems kind of dangerous, don’t you think?”
I shrugged and said, “Either beats living next to a dance school unless the walls are really thick.”
Peo then went on to explain that a School of Danger would be louder, but that’s because she’s never had to suffer a really strict dance teacher.
In other news, we walked past the house with the Playmobil figure again (which is right around the corner) and he keeps moving. Sometimes his arms are up. On this day, his head was facing a different direction than my last post:
Peo says she wants to live on that street and have those people for neighbours.
I want all of Cambridge to be my neighbourhood.