Homeless
It's official.
Hell is other people at breakfast.
I've got five weeks to find another place to live. I just want a nice burow - or an isolated turret somewhere - to hide away and compose without anyone bothering me. Or criticising me for not being "social" enough because after a hard day at the office I just want to eat dinner and go to bed.
2 Comments:
yeah, that's some nerve you got, acting like a lodger and not like a member of the family or something.
yeah! and we really don't appreciate your attempts to make our garden lovely and useable when there was nothing wrong with it being a tip filled with half-stripped armoires for the past six years, thank you very much.
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