My temper tantrum today looks a little childish in comparison ...
I lost the plot and burst out crying when my favourite top got torn on a sticking out nail on my gate on the way home this afternoon. in my defense, I was coming home early to let the builder in to do a quote to repair my ceiling, which collapsed last week on my head, and I'm now living in one room, trying to catch up on coursework, with concussion. AND my car just failed it's MOT. I need a holiday.

I do sympathise with the flat-hunting thing. it took me 6 months to find somewhere when I moved to Kent. Some of the crap landlords come out with. Twice I've been told I can't have somewhere I've wanted, and most importantly can afford, because the landlord has felt it would be too small for me. So I've ended up somewhere smaller because that's all that's left. Grrrrrr.
(cherrynicola, Wed 23 Jul 2008, 16:00, Reply)