{ take me to the place where the white boys dance. }

[delga]

So, The Landlord went up in my estimation today when The Flatmate and I got locked out of the house and he sent someone to break into the front window and let us in. He also let us stand in the house next door (the one they're doing up) because it was raining buckets outside.

That said, on the 'still fucking weird' end of the spectrum, he seemed sort of awkward with the two of us and started talking to us about the state of the house, before taking us to the first floor where there was no roof and lots of debris. Then he started to indulge in gossip about the previous homeowner. (Apparently his wife left and "committed adultery in Bournemouth". The Flatmate and I exchanged a look and then, trying really hard not to laugh, I said, "Wow. That's very... Eastenders." AWKWARD.)

I think the construction guys are going to knock on our door tomorrow morning for coffee hich, whatever - they got us back into the house, it's the least I can do. The Landlord will be spending the weekend in Wales from where he will be retrieving some Lithuanian brick layers. Yeah.

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Have watched everything except Criminal Minds. The majority of it has been Very Good. The Flatmate and I just made crispie cakes (yum!) and now I'm going to goand watch old school NCIS. Good things, huzz.