House guest rules

It’s always a bit disconcerting being a guest. I am very much used to all my gadgets and accoutrements to hand so there is always something to do. I have a stable of flatmates to converse with, and when they don’t want to converse it’s ok, I know that I damn well pay amenities and I don’t have to leave. But being a visitor…I have to be on best behaviour. I can’t sit staring into space as I usually do, in case someone thinks they need to suggest entertainments for me. It’s Sunday, and everything is closed. Almost everything actually, the Raro fried chicken outlet is open 24/7, for any chicken emergencies. I don’t think there is a lot I can do to get out from underfoot. Let’s face it, guests are irritating for the most part so it’s difficult not to feel like an imposition. Surely the hosts have better things to do on their days off than take yet another person to see the same sights they took the last person to see? Aside from that, I have not been very urbane, witty, or charming so I guess I will have to try to up the game for the rest of the week.