Home Again
It's raining.
I have come to the realisation that there are some people who will ensure that their flatmates have a freshly made-up bed to come back to after a long trip, and there are some people who will leave their flatmates a dirty kitchen (overflowing rubbish-bins and rotting ginger on the sill: check) and a bathroom with hair on the soap.
It's raining.
I have a fairly large quantity of ridiculous rubbish and faded treasures to get rid of to make room for the stuff I cleared out of Mum's attic, and said stuff to put away.
It's raining.
I don't feel good.
I have come to the realisation that there are some people who will ensure that their flatmates have a freshly made-up bed to come back to after a long trip, and there are some people who will leave their flatmates a dirty kitchen (overflowing rubbish-bins and rotting ginger on the sill: check) and a bathroom with hair on the soap.
It's raining.
I have a fairly large quantity of ridiculous rubbish and faded treasures to get rid of to make room for the stuff I cleared out of Mum's attic, and said stuff to put away.
It's raining.
I don't feel good.
posted by theamazingcatherine | 4:05 pm
4 Comments:
Hugs. There are indeed all manner of flatmates out there. And the rain really doesn't help matters.
And more hugs
T
Thank you. *hugs back very tightly*
I plead guilty to the bed, which could have been done at any time. As I had no warning you were coming home, the rest is just standard mess.
It is good to have you back.
Well... I told David when I was coming back. Let's all blame it on him, hey?
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