Well it had to happen at some point. My flatsharing bubble has been well and truly burst. Time taken - a hair shy of 6 weeks.
I got home from a really shitty day at work to find that one of my flatmates had painted the bathroom. Bright yellow. He chose a nice neutral "butter" colour. But this isn't a hint of a tint, this is Kerrygold. I also can't get into my room for all the painting paraphernalia scattered around my door.
Fine, so I'll relax in front of the TV I thought, but alas it was not to be so. Out of the blue two of my flatmates friends arrived - they were invited but someone neglected to tell me - and installed themselves in front of the TV to talk about wanky sigils and other Boys in Black bollocks and smoke weed. My flatmate then offered them a glass of my unopened bottle of wine! NOT COOL! I had ignored them drinking most of the last bottle I had, but then again it was a work freebie, so it probably wasn't that good. This stuff I bought specially for Yemaya.
Sigh.
Is it OK to want to kill the people you live with occasionally? I have a pre-menstrual dispensation.
