Escape From The Shagpad

It is done.

Not fully done, but a sort of done in a half baked sense of the word. I've moved out of The Horrid (but spacious and awesome-kitchen-ed) Shagpad and into a new place. Sure the kitchen isn't as good as before and there could be a bit more storage for my various utensils but the place is nice and it is somewhere I can actually live in without The Twat trying to poke his nose in every single thing I do.

Things are still not over though. E-mails from The Twat keep popping up in my work inbox like fruit flies from that time I left a banana in my tennis bag for two weeks without noticing in Sri Lanka. Except the e-mails are more frequent, more annoying and smell a lot more like bullshit than rotting fruit. The Twat is trying to get me to pay half the agency fee for having a new tenancy agreement drawn up for the poor sod who took my place. He also e-mailed me today asking for a baking tray and a frying pan back. Funny that seeing as they're both mine. The frying pan I can understand him trying to con me out of. It cost me close to a hundred pounds and is probably the best name in day to day cookware, not that The Twat would know seeing as he is barely capable of burning bacon. The baking tray is a 99p affair I bought from Asda when I lived in Bristol so it's hilarious The Twat can be so small minded to ask for it back. The letting agents have also not refunded me my deposit yet, but this is par for the course with them I believe.

In addition to this The Twat has sent an e-mail to the letting agency copying me in stating that I've not paid my rent, left rubbish bags that needed to be cleared and didn't move out until the day after it was agreed I would move out. Odd. I've paid the rent already, I left a bag of rubbish in the bin where rubbish usually goes and a bag of clothes for the NSPCC to collect like I usually did when I lived in The Horrid Shagpad. I don't remember it being a problem then and I'm surprised that it is a problem now and as tempting as it was I didn't Welsh on the last of my rent.

I guess he is pettier than I thought. A petty, lying, thief.