Date Thursday 29 December Time 5.15pm
My thoughts and reflections:
Oh god.
I remembered to empty the fridge before I left. I forgot, however, to empty the bin. It’s carnage in there. And the smell is horrific.
At least the rats have had a good Christmas break.
Have called Drunk Stephen and he says I can stay for a few days because his flatmate is away in Scotland for Hogmanay, but an uncertain future looms. I’ve left a message with Rodentinators begging them to come before 1 January and explaining that the situation is not under ‘control’, and am now sitting on the stairs outside the flat, waiting for an Uber.
I’m feeling sad and lost, like I’m being taught hard life lessons, and reminding myself of The Water-Babies.
Belts and braces as Mum would say.
At least things can’t get any worse.
I am grateful for:
Drunk Stephen