Friday began noisily, with bin lorries, pneumatic drills, and a howling wind jolting me awake. I'd left the window open overnight. I have to do this really, because if I don't I wake up in what feels like a sauna, my duvet a comfy murderer pressing me into death's sweet embrace. So out of bed I scrambled, and into my dressing gown I hopped, so as not to expose my hideous form to anyone spying through the blinds. Once the window was open, everything was just generally much better. Maybe I've got a very mild form of claustrophobia where I'm just very very keen on fresh air.
Anna was completely moved in by now and it was fun having her around again. She'd just got her student loan through, so was spending it hand over fist on the internet. One of the first things she'd shown me after arriving was an green and blue plastic egg cup set, which cost £10. To be fair, you do get a spoon and tiny mallet, which you use to crack the egg like a tiny Thor. At the moment I'm skint, very skint indeed, so to see this kind of mental spending was quite liberating. Me and my housemate have a kind of shuffling, nodding, small-talky relationship. We talk and stuff, getting friendlier, but we're not bezzies. And I quite like that. Living with a load of your mates can get pretty unbearable sometimes, if they're the only people you ever see and hear, so it's good to separate things out a bit.
The rest of the day proceeded fairly boringly. I applied for a few more jobs, and spoke to The State regarding the various ways I hope to scrounge from them in the near future. There were a couple of snags none of which, for once, were my fault. I'll talk about them later.
Quite a dull one today I'm afraid my dears, but stay tuned won't you.
Anna was completely moved in by now and it was fun having her around again. She'd just got her student loan through, so was spending it hand over fist on the internet. One of the first things she'd shown me after arriving was an green and blue plastic egg cup set, which cost £10. To be fair, you do get a spoon and tiny mallet, which you use to crack the egg like a tiny Thor. At the moment I'm skint, very skint indeed, so to see this kind of mental spending was quite liberating. Me and my housemate have a kind of shuffling, nodding, small-talky relationship. We talk and stuff, getting friendlier, but we're not bezzies. And I quite like that. Living with a load of your mates can get pretty unbearable sometimes, if they're the only people you ever see and hear, so it's good to separate things out a bit.
The rest of the day proceeded fairly boringly. I applied for a few more jobs, and spoke to The State regarding the various ways I hope to scrounge from them in the near future. There were a couple of snags none of which, for once, were my fault. I'll talk about them later.
Quite a dull one today I'm afraid my dears, but stay tuned won't you.
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