Panic in Naidu House

Naidu House (a.k.a El Crappacio) is turning out to be lots of fun, as long as u don't enter the kitchen..it's always loads entertaining when you're living with a bunch of girls who can chill out, goss and be as girly as they want. It also helps that there's a 'boys' house just a minute away from the 'girls' house, where the boy-@ trainees live..so it's supposedly not strange to see a tall martial-arts-loving german guy sprawled on the couch in the evening, reading Cosmopolitan.

So it's also *supposedly* fairly common to have guys come around looking for girls in our house..which is why when last night a scrawny bandanna-wearing indian boy (barely 19) came a-knocking asking for geoffrey from delhi, we weren't too concerned..a girl from delhi was moving into our flat at that same time, and we (unfortunately) assumed it was her middle name or something..This Bandanna-boy breezed through our house, looked into our rooms (Achala told him to butt out and sit in the living room), sat down with us on the couch, drank some water and watched television with us..tired of waiting, he politely shook our hands, waved bye and left.

Right after he left though, Rianne raised panic..apparently none of the girls in our house knew him..and we realized that he could be the neighbourhood burglar scouting around our house..and it dawned on us that we could be the next target....