I don’t know what Angus is playing it with this whole bed and breakfast thing. He’s never once shown any interest in hospitality, and he can’t cook to save his life. He doesn’t even particularly like people, least not randoms rocking up to stay the night at his house. So why is suddenly so keen on this?

I wouldn’t be that concerned if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s talking about getting all these renovations done as part of the plan. I’m worried that he’s rushing into a big commitment, more than likely as a distraction from his divorce. He’s not dealing with that very well, as far as I can tell. But setting up an all-consuming side hustle is hardly going to help in that department.

I mean, it’s not like doesn’t have the money. He can get as many renovations as he likes, for all I care. But he’s talking about transforming the whole lower floor of his house into a self-contained unit, with its own bathroom, kitchen and laundry. In fact, this morning’s brunch was completely derailed by Angus getting carried away in the minutiae of kitchen design. Melbourne folks are kind of like this by nature, I realise, but Angus has never brought up the topic with me once over the whole time I’ve known him.

Don’t even get me started on his dissection of the latest advancements in laundry renovations. I’m willing to bet that the guy doesn’t even know what his own laundry room looks like, given that he pays someone to do his clothes for him. So why is he now all about ergonomic storage and grey water management in that department?

Maybe I should just shut up and accept that Angus has a new interest. It’s not as though it affects me personally. Then again, I’m the one who’s going to have to deal with the fallout of this whole charade if it goes downhill, which seems likely given the manic way in which Angus is approaching it.