We both sat down at the kitchen table to watch the new prompt last night.
Cindy instantly fell in love with Kelly Lyles style. She said: “I would love to dress like her.” “YOU could certainly do that, Cindy.” “Oh, yes. I can”, she said. And of she went.
I could hear her sewing machine rattling all night long. In the early morning hours finals there was one big sigh coming out of her room. After that it got silent and up to now it remained silent. But about a couple of minutes ago the kitchendoor swang open and Cindy stepped in and presented her Kelly collection. Not too bad.
She is pretty good at copying by now. And she looks very confident.

The strawberry jam was still bubbling on the stove, but it was time for a short break.

Part 4

Finally with a six hour delay Mr. Shipshape appeared. And he brought his cousin and lots of chocolate cake with him. The first (cousin) for another helping hand and the second ( chocolate cake) to calm Cindy down.

Now a chocolate cake and a very long excuse story later, they decided altogether, that it makes more sense to start early in the morning tomorrow as it gets dark already.

Part 3 

Cindy slowly gets mad here. Mr. Shipshape is still due. She checked her phone and emails several times. But no message.

He still lets her cool her heels. but I have the impression, that those heels get hotter with every minute, she has to wait.

The TEA Sims office (temporary employment agency), where she had ordered Mr. Shipshape, is around the corner. So she rushed to see the manager.

But Mr. Sims neither knew, where Mr. Shipshape was hiding. But he said, he could call him and find out, where he got stuck. He would let her know, as soon as he had any news.

Cindy left his office quite enraged. She is not amused. Maybe her personal assistant Tüpilein is in the end of more help than that Mr. Shipshape, even when she has to stand on the ladder all day.

Part 2

Cindy is on location and ready for action, but Mr. Shipshape is a long time coming. We have finished brakfast without him. Cindy even went out already to get the wallpaper. Hmmm, will he show up?

Part 1

Yesterday she had decided to give her room a new fresh look. First step was ordering a wallpaper sample book from our local DIY superstore, so that she could make her mind up at home. It arrived today with DHL. There are quite a few nice pattern in it, all handprinted, but she still can’t make her mind up.

Right now she is looking for a renovation helper. The internet is full of people, who would like to give you a hand. Hopefully she finds someone reliable.

Oh, just in this minute I can hear her steps in the hallway. The door is swinging open with a bang ( too late for a live video) and here she is, beaming!

“I just found the perfect man for tomorrow”, she lets me know. “Look at him, Petra. Doesn’t he look like Mr. Renovation himself?” “Well, Cindy, if you think so”, I gave it up some time ago discussing things with her, “when will you start?”

“Mr. Shipshape will come at ninez and have breakfast with us. Then we go and get the renovation stuff and the wallpaper. Doesn’t it sound like a fantastic plan for tomorrow, Petra?”

As you can imagine, I am overjoyed having a guest like Mr. Shipshape for breakfast.

You might have wondered why she doesn’t ask her personal assistant for a helping hand. Good question, but we found out that he is acrophobic, when we asked him to change a light blub in the hallway. So no help on the ladder tomorrow.

#34

Oh my. Granny Schwümmli got hold of Cindys personal assistant. This suit looks airtight. Hopefully he is still ok.

29.01.2017
Our drama queen finally got up. I think, she spreads it on thick. But maybe her eyes still burn. Who knows?
It seems, that she already adopted our new tenant as her personal assistant. She will keep him busy today, that’s for sure.

29.01.2017

With this prompt I thought I won’t have any trouble with anybody in my flat, because there is an agreement, that each member of this community cares for her/his own footgear only.

So I went to my shoe rack to pick one of my walking boots, but strangely enough there was only one of them sitting on the rack. I looked around and found the second one in the other corner of our hallway. What had happened here? Cindy had her own boots and my were far too big for her. But maybe she had tripped over it last night not seeing anything with her eyes on fire.

But when I bent down to pick up the boot, I noticed someone looking at me wide-eyed. His mouth was moving quickly. I heard some squeaky sound but couldn’t make out any word. He started waving around with his tiny arms wildly gesturing. As far as I understood, he seemed to be a new lodger in our flatshare. I had a deeper look in my boot and saw, that someone had made oneself at home already.

Well, good that boots always come in pairs. I picked the untenanted and sat down in the kitchen to start with Carlas prompt.