Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Moving on

I think it's time to start looking for a different flat. 

A couple of nights ago I was lying in bed unable to get to sleep because the extractor fan in the bathroom was running and it makes the single most grating, irritating sound in the world. I couldn't think what Flatmate was doing for so long in the bathroom, but I figured it's none of my business and I didn't want to go and knock in case she was waxing her legs or something that you really don't want interrupting.  But then I lay there for another half an hour and the noise was still going. I decided that as I wasn't going to get to sleep any time soon I would go and get a drink. So I went out of my room and saw that Flatmate wasn't in the bathroom at all, she had just left the light on and the fan running.  I switched it off and tried very hard not to slam my door on the way back into my room, because it was fine, I could go to sleep now.  But the second I got into bed, she switched her hair dryer on.

And last night I didn't get in til after midnight and I tried my absolute hardest to be quiet so I didn't disturb her. Then at 7.30 this morning I was woken up by the sound of plates and bowls being slammed onto the side in the kitchen. I just do not understand how someone so small can be so completely incapable of doing anything quietly!

xXx

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