It's raining that fine rain that soaks you right through your clothes.
Anyway, I came back today to my flatmate complaining that I've not put away the utensils and plates I'd washed up and that I'd also not dumped the recycling that he'd so considerately left in a sack in front of my room.
Oh how I laughed.
The pots I'd washed up were ones he'd dirtied! How funny! The recycling cannot be put out because the idiot will not read what can and cannot be recycled and has dumped all sorts of shit into the bag. This means it may as well be garbage because I am not going to re-sort it. I've done this too many times already.
Perhaps and end to my tribulations is at hand. I may even find out tomorrow night!
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