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I could go on about my flatmate, but it won't change anything and only have self to blame I knew what he was when I moved in. And is only things that are problems in other flats. Bills, differing expectations etc.
I could go on about how much work the car needed doing on it, one more service like that and it's getting sold. Bangernomics (ie buy for £1000 run into ground and wait till repair bill more than car is worth and sell for scrap) here we come. Most of it needed doing and some of it I should have done myself (ie the oil, though wasn't showing as low)
I could mention I had three phone calls from boyfriend this weekend and that I found suitable greek island holiday and is less than fort night befoer he turns up.
I could mention well lots of things (like what a prat my boss is)
but why should I. Having been trying not to rant, just report on my life and keep people up to date. HAve failed sometimes I know that. I started this entry with some kind of joke ending in mind but i've lost it.
PS my boyfriend has a lot of books
PPS bruschetta is best form of toast.