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Tuesday, 27 January 2009 09:23 pm:|
Our boiler has been weird lately - the heating works, but we'd only get bursts of hot water, stuff like that. We've had a plumber, and boiler engineer, and today another plumber looking at it.
My radiator has now been bled twice.
And the boiler now isn't working at all, meaning it's getting kind of cold in here and my feet are already numb. I have jean, socks, a t-shirt and a hoodie I bought in Seattle on, and this thing is designed for Seattle weather, so it's pretty cosy. But I'm still cold and I still have a fucking blanket and a hot laptop on me.
Seriously unimpressed, because this means I can't shower in the morning, until after the plumber comes back to fix whatever he did today.
Scowly Rosie is scowly.
Our boiler has been weird lately - the heating works, but we'd only get bursts of hot water, stuff like that. We've had a plumber, and boiler engineer, and today another plumber looking at it.
My radiator has now been bled twice.
And the boiler now isn't working at all, meaning it's getting kind of cold in here and my feet are already numb. I have jean, socks, a t-shirt and a hoodie I bought in Seattle on, and this thing is designed for Seattle weather, so it's pretty cosy. But I'm still cold and I still have a fucking blanket and a hot laptop on me.
Seriously unimpressed, because this means I can't shower in the morning, until after the plumber comes back to fix whatever he did today.
Scowly Rosie is scowly.
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Monday, 27 October 2008 08:17 amI feel strangely alive today.
I woke up a little early to glorious yelow sunshine. It's cold out, but everything seems so vividly colourful.
I'm also listening to Spitalfield, who are rapidly becoming one of my favourite bands.
The ghost has a new trick, incidentally. This morning before six the door opened, as I've become used to and I deliberately thought, "fuck off, I'm not closing it this time."
When I woke up again at 6.15 the door was closed. And I'm 100% sure I didn't dream it opening or get out of bed myself.
I woke up a little early to glorious yelow sunshine. It's cold out, but everything seems so vividly colourful.
I'm also listening to Spitalfield, who are rapidly becoming one of my favourite bands.
The ghost has a new trick, incidentally. This morning before six the door opened, as I've become used to and I deliberately thought, "fuck off, I'm not closing it this time."
When I woke up again at 6.15 the door was closed. And I'm 100% sure I didn't dream it opening or get out of bed myself.
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Thursday, 23 October 2008 01:09 pm2.30 this morning my door burst open again. Told whoever it was to go away, and then finally ot out of bed to close it.
Anyone want to come stay over this weekend?
DX
Anyone want to come stay over this weekend?
DX
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Tuesday, 21 October 2008 09:52 pmRemember my post about how my bedroom door keeps opening and how we heard footsteps coming up the stairs?
Julie just went to her room to get changed for bed and found a purple disposable lighter covered in bird shit and with a feather shoved in it, on her bed.
The windows in the house are all closed and have been since at least last night. The balcony door hasn't been opened in weeks.
We looked for any sign of a bird or animal which may have brought it in, but there is not sign at all.
I find it hard to imagine that people don't already know this, but I'm straight edge. Julie is straight edge. Matte, the only other person who has been in the house in weeks, is straight edge. The only lighter which has been on the premises is my silver snowflake Zippo, from my X2 fandom days.
There is no reason and no way a lighter like this would be in the house, never mind on her bed.
It's seriously weird.
We can't explain this.
And from Thursday I'm going to be in the house on my own for four days over the weekend. Oh, yay.
Julie just went to her room to get changed for bed and found a purple disposable lighter covered in bird shit and with a feather shoved in it, on her bed.
The windows in the house are all closed and have been since at least last night. The balcony door hasn't been opened in weeks.
We looked for any sign of a bird or animal which may have brought it in, but there is not sign at all.
I find it hard to imagine that people don't already know this, but I'm straight edge. Julie is straight edge. Matte, the only other person who has been in the house in weeks, is straight edge. The only lighter which has been on the premises is my silver snowflake Zippo, from my X2 fandom days.
There is no reason and no way a lighter like this would be in the house, never mind on her bed.
It's seriously weird.
We can't explain this.
And from Thursday I'm going to be in the house on my own for four days over the weekend. Oh, yay.
Oh, please.
Wednesday, 18 October 2006 07:34 pmNew news on the Mapie front.
Robert just told me that today she tried to arrange a house meeting and expressly excluded me. He told her where to go, and told me that he can see right through her and that he's seen her do things that were clearly just to annoy me - like tell prospective housemates it's okay to smoke in the house and turn off the TV when she knew I'd been watching it, and things like that.
I'm so relieved to have someone if not on my side, then at least not so neutral as to be on hers.
At the moment, we're looking for someone new, as Ben is moving out. Yesterday, Robert brought round his friend Rado, who will be made homeless on the day that we need someone to move in on. He seemed very sweet. Quiet, hard working (he does 12 hour shifts in a restaurant kitchen, six days a week) and Robert - who is a decent person himself - has known him for years and fully vouches for him.
I think he seemed sweet and not the sort of guy who would cause trouble. Exactly the sort that we could do with (much like Robert and Gabriel). Mapie, however, is insisting that we see more people because she doesn't want 'friends business' in the house (note: this from the woman who suggested that Claudine of The Drug Dealer Party move in) and she made this statement to Robert and said she didn't want to open the door for my friends moving in! The cheek!
She is literally and actively trying to turn the house against me. Fortunately, Robert isn't going to let that happen. We can both tell the sort of person she will get on with and are not prepared to let someone like that move in - we both feel that one is more than enough.
We just talked about it, and we think Mapie's problem is that she feels out of control of the house - which is where she's used to being - and it's freaking her out.
Considering I told Mr Malick I didn't want her evicted, she really is taking the piss.
I'm well and truly sick of this.
Robert just told me that today she tried to arrange a house meeting and expressly excluded me. He told her where to go, and told me that he can see right through her and that he's seen her do things that were clearly just to annoy me - like tell prospective housemates it's okay to smoke in the house and turn off the TV when she knew I'd been watching it, and things like that.
I'm so relieved to have someone if not on my side, then at least not so neutral as to be on hers.
At the moment, we're looking for someone new, as Ben is moving out. Yesterday, Robert brought round his friend Rado, who will be made homeless on the day that we need someone to move in on. He seemed very sweet. Quiet, hard working (he does 12 hour shifts in a restaurant kitchen, six days a week) and Robert - who is a decent person himself - has known him for years and fully vouches for him.
I think he seemed sweet and not the sort of guy who would cause trouble. Exactly the sort that we could do with (much like Robert and Gabriel). Mapie, however, is insisting that we see more people because she doesn't want 'friends business' in the house (note: this from the woman who suggested that Claudine of The Drug Dealer Party move in) and she made this statement to Robert and said she didn't want to open the door for my friends moving in! The cheek!
She is literally and actively trying to turn the house against me. Fortunately, Robert isn't going to let that happen. We can both tell the sort of person she will get on with and are not prepared to let someone like that move in - we both feel that one is more than enough.
We just talked about it, and we think Mapie's problem is that she feels out of control of the house - which is where she's used to being - and it's freaking her out.
Considering I told Mr Malick I didn't want her evicted, she really is taking the piss.
I'm well and truly sick of this.
Probably medical TMI
Friday, 29 September 2006 12:16 am( So, yeah. My consultant turned out to be a dick. )
So yay. When I drop down dead, blame Dr. Theo Joseph of Whittington Hospital.
In other news, it's looking increasingly unlikely that I will ever seen The Pretteh again, and that makes me sad. He's one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. He fucking made me gasp and think, "WOAH!" when I first saw him. Everyone you mention him to at work loves him. It sucks that everything has come about like this. I want the w00bie back!
Also, Crazy Bitch has started on about the internet, now. She's come in drunk, and thankfully Robert has been wrapped up in the argument, this time. I completely kept my cool while she raved and made stupid noises like a mad alcoholic. She refused to accept that sometimes modems and wireless routers just crash. That sometimes they go slow and need rebooting. That if no one knows she's downloading something and she's doing it without a download manager, when Telewest tell us to reboot and we do to double our bandwidth, we are not doing it deliberately to spite her.
I filled Robert in a bit on the background, and how various people have moved out primarily because of her and how you simply cannot 'just ignore' her when she's like that, because she'll keep coming back and digging and digging - and if what she wants it to watch the TV and you want to watch something that's already on, she will make a point of standing there bitching at you and making a noise so it's ruined.
She just also stood outside my door and made cooing noises at the cat, as if I fucking care. I buy her expensive cat food, yeah - but only because the poor bloody thing gets fed the cheapest, most horrific looking shit in the shop if I don't. It can't be good for her to be shut in a smallish bedroom while Mapie chain smokes, either - but that's where she is now. I like the cat, but I am not attached to the cat enough for childish behaviour like that to be anything other than pathetic.
She's heading out again, now. The cat gets a repreave. I was half expecting her to lock the router in her bedroom.
I just honestly do not know what to do with the woman. Aside from think up fantastic ways to dispose of the body - but I've seen CSI, I know I'd never get away with it... I'd just sat down to watch Dogma - which looked like it would be one of the new favourite films - and I missed so much of it I've just switched it off and come to bed. All because of Crazy Bitch.
She is honestly fucking bat shit. And now I'm going to have to buy a DVD. Another one to add to the fucking collection of Great Unwatched.
Seriously: can I have a new life, now, please?
ETA: Crying over potentially sinus-related problems make it worse, stupid.
So yay. When I drop down dead, blame Dr. Theo Joseph of Whittington Hospital.
In other news, it's looking increasingly unlikely that I will ever seen The Pretteh again, and that makes me sad. He's one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. He fucking made me gasp and think, "WOAH!" when I first saw him. Everyone you mention him to at work loves him. It sucks that everything has come about like this. I want the w00bie back!
Also, Crazy Bitch has started on about the internet, now. She's come in drunk, and thankfully Robert has been wrapped up in the argument, this time. I completely kept my cool while she raved and made stupid noises like a mad alcoholic. She refused to accept that sometimes modems and wireless routers just crash. That sometimes they go slow and need rebooting. That if no one knows she's downloading something and she's doing it without a download manager, when Telewest tell us to reboot and we do to double our bandwidth, we are not doing it deliberately to spite her.
I filled Robert in a bit on the background, and how various people have moved out primarily because of her and how you simply cannot 'just ignore' her when she's like that, because she'll keep coming back and digging and digging - and if what she wants it to watch the TV and you want to watch something that's already on, she will make a point of standing there bitching at you and making a noise so it's ruined.
She just also stood outside my door and made cooing noises at the cat, as if I fucking care. I buy her expensive cat food, yeah - but only because the poor bloody thing gets fed the cheapest, most horrific looking shit in the shop if I don't. It can't be good for her to be shut in a smallish bedroom while Mapie chain smokes, either - but that's where she is now. I like the cat, but I am not attached to the cat enough for childish behaviour like that to be anything other than pathetic.
She's heading out again, now. The cat gets a repreave. I was half expecting her to lock the router in her bedroom.
I just honestly do not know what to do with the woman. Aside from think up fantastic ways to dispose of the body - but I've seen CSI, I know I'd never get away with it... I'd just sat down to watch Dogma - which looked like it would be one of the new favourite films - and I missed so much of it I've just switched it off and come to bed. All because of Crazy Bitch.
She is honestly fucking bat shit. And now I'm going to have to buy a DVD. Another one to add to the fucking collection of Great Unwatched.
Seriously: can I have a new life, now, please?
ETA: Crying over potentially sinus-related problems make it worse, stupid.
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Monday, 14 August 2006 12:45 pmI wish we used Firefox here at work - my transparenty layout is all solid colour.
Smeg.
Other stuff to report... Nothing, as it happens. Oh yeah - except my house has been making really low creaking noises and yesterday I noticed big cracks in the over-hanging ceiling in the bathroom.
:o/
Am thinking this is not good.
Smeg.
Other stuff to report... Nothing, as it happens. Oh yeah - except my house has been making really low creaking noises and yesterday I noticed big cracks in the over-hanging ceiling in the bathroom.
:o/
Am thinking this is not good.