So when I first settled down ashore to steady employment in an
office at a fixed salary of £2 per week, after fifteen years of
irresponsibility as regards domestic affairs, I quickly learned that
I was very callow indeed in those matters. My first false step was in
buying furniture, wherewith to make a home, on the hire system. It
must be remembered that I had a wife and one child, but that I was
practically beginning a new life. And I did so by hanging round my neck
a burden of debt which I did not get rid of for fifteen years, and
then--but I must not anticipate the regular sequence of my story.
The next was to take a house. I had tried apartments several times, but
something always went wrong, I was always made to feel that I was only
in the house on sufferance, and being an enthusiast for peace, I always
moved rather than have a row. But moving as a fairly regular experience
is apt to pall upon one. It costs a good deal of money even when you
hire the local greengrocer's van and horse at one and sixpence an
hour, and it is very hard work, for unless you buckle to and do the
lion's share yourself, you find at nightfall that you have just got in,
you have parted with the bulk of your savings, and the best part of a
heavy night's work is before you, putting up bedsteads and reducing the
chaotic heap of your belongings to a condition in which you can find
what you want within reasonable distance of the time that you want it.
For this and other reasons which I need not now specify I decided to
take a house. I satisfied myself that by letting the floor below and
the floor above the one I intended to keep for ourselves at the current
rate in the neighbourhood, carefully ascertained beforehand, that I
should live rent free or nearly so, and of course in a neighbourhood
like that it was unthinkable that I should ever be empty. I mean the
house of course. By which process of reasoning I demonstrated that I
possessed one of the prime requirements of a tradesman--hope that my
venture would be justified by the profit on my outlay.
But, alas, I was not made of the fibre necessary in order to be a
successful sub-landlord. By the end of the first year of my tenancy
I had come to the conclusion that I was a known mark for all the
undesirables in the neighbourhood. If a tenant was clean he was utterly
unreasonable, looking upon me as his bond-slave, and his right to do
as he liked indefeasible, even though it might be destructive to my
peace of mind or rest of body. And his one argument in reply to any
remonstrance was, "I pay my rent and can go where I like. And don't you
interfere with me."
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