Oh my goodness! Only one week until I am officially living in sin with the Mister. Awesome. Added to that, we've decided to move to my Mum's so will actually have some money and he's ALREADY got a job interview lined up for Wednesday! He hasn't even moved yet, which is bleddy good going.
Busy, busy weekend for me next week though. I have the tiniest car in the whole world (well, almost, it's a Toyota Aygo) and I have to move all of his stuff from his to mine (a 40 mile drive) over the course of one weekend. I toyed with the idea of hiring a van but, given that I can barely park an Aygo, I decided better of it. Friday will consist of me zooming straight to his from work, a bit of going out and getting drunken to celebrate/comiserate his leaving. Then Saturday will be the first load of hauling his gear to mine. Hopefully, I'll be able to nap a bit that night! Then back to his on Sunday for ANOTHER piss up then moving the rest on Monday. Nice way to spend my weekend off! Although, I have set my sights on THE most amazing dress so two nights out in one weekend basically just gives me an excuse to buy it. Not to be sniffed at!
This past week has been... interesting. My landlord, I have decided, is a massive twat. Our flat is kind of like a maisonette with the bathroom downstairs opposite the front door and some stairs leading up to the rest of the rooms. My landlord has taken to letting himself in the falt (when we're home) thinking it's sufficient to shout up the stairs before coming up. Given that the bathroom is opposite the door this is just not on. Then this weekend, the flat below us has sprung a leak in their kitchen ceiling and he is determined to blame it on us. Considering the leak isn't even in our flat, I can't believe how much disruption it is causing my flatmate and I. Today he had a plumber come round to check all of the pipes in our flat. Fine. Turns out the leak is something to do with the landlord's dodgy roof but he insists on pointing out that it's outside MY window, whih I assume somehow makes it my fault. Arsehole. But that's not the end of it. While the plumber was in the house, I was in my room with Mister with the door firmly closed. I had not long been out of the shower and was cuddled up on his lap with my dressing gown on and not much else. The dressing gown was open and we were being a bit naughty. All of a sudden the plumber knocks on my door and then just comes in! No waiting for a reply! I only just managed to pull my dressing gown around me before he got an eyeful. It's really just not on! I'm going to complain to my landlord about it later, I'm sick of being pushed around by people and I am damn well putting my foot down! Rant over.
Friday night was cool. Mister was in Plymouth watching England play dismally so I went round my friend's house for a non football boy's night in, as her fella was away in London for the night. We planned to play Playstation, drink beer and burp. Of course, I had to look the part so... uh... here is a picture of me dressed as a man
And on that bombshell, I bid you good Monday. xxx
Busy, busy weekend for me next week though. I have the tiniest car in the whole world (well, almost, it's a Toyota Aygo) and I have to move all of his stuff from his to mine (a 40 mile drive) over the course of one weekend. I toyed with the idea of hiring a van but, given that I can barely park an Aygo, I decided better of it. Friday will consist of me zooming straight to his from work, a bit of going out and getting drunken to celebrate/comiserate his leaving. Then Saturday will be the first load of hauling his gear to mine. Hopefully, I'll be able to nap a bit that night! Then back to his on Sunday for ANOTHER piss up then moving the rest on Monday. Nice way to spend my weekend off! Although, I have set my sights on THE most amazing dress so two nights out in one weekend basically just gives me an excuse to buy it. Not to be sniffed at!
This past week has been... interesting. My landlord, I have decided, is a massive twat. Our flat is kind of like a maisonette with the bathroom downstairs opposite the front door and some stairs leading up to the rest of the rooms. My landlord has taken to letting himself in the falt (when we're home) thinking it's sufficient to shout up the stairs before coming up. Given that the bathroom is opposite the door this is just not on. Then this weekend, the flat below us has sprung a leak in their kitchen ceiling and he is determined to blame it on us. Considering the leak isn't even in our flat, I can't believe how much disruption it is causing my flatmate and I. Today he had a plumber come round to check all of the pipes in our flat. Fine. Turns out the leak is something to do with the landlord's dodgy roof but he insists on pointing out that it's outside MY window, whih I assume somehow makes it my fault. Arsehole. But that's not the end of it. While the plumber was in the house, I was in my room with Mister with the door firmly closed. I had not long been out of the shower and was cuddled up on his lap with my dressing gown on and not much else. The dressing gown was open and we were being a bit naughty. All of a sudden the plumber knocks on my door and then just comes in! No waiting for a reply! I only just managed to pull my dressing gown around me before he got an eyeful. It's really just not on! I'm going to complain to my landlord about it later, I'm sick of being pushed around by people and I am damn well putting my foot down! Rant over.
Friday night was cool. Mister was in Plymouth watching England play dismally so I went round my friend's house for a non football boy's night in, as her fella was away in London for the night. We planned to play Playstation, drink beer and burp. Of course, I had to look the part so... uh... here is a picture of me dressed as a man
And on that bombshell, I bid you good Monday. xxx