We sold the flat...
It was an amazing relief to hand over the keys to our useless, estate agent with the high-pitched voice. Ah Jonathan, with your business suits that are slightly too tight around your middle, and your "kooky" socks that you wear to inject a little bit of your personality into your work-wear. Very glad to have less to do with you, you smooth talking jackass. We still have to deal with him because his estate agents are selling the house we're buying. Eek. More squeaky falsehoods to come from him in the future I reckon.
The downside is that my beloved and I are now living apart, at ourfamily's homes. It's so much harder than I thought it would be. It's weird to lie beside someone every night, and then have to curl up in an empty bed. Whenever we see each other, it's strange to think that we'll soon be heading our separate ways. It's hard, but I need to keep things in perspective. It's for the greater good, in the end.
So currently, I am cleaning cat poop up three times a day, as my cousin has three cats and is away for two weeks. I have decided that I am useless at living alone. I thought I'd be more productive than this... so far I haven't cooked a meal, though I love cooking, preferring instead to mooch leftovers off my mum and dad. I'm like a cat rummaging for scraps, it's cute for a while, but gets less so as time goes by. All I have done is watch marathons of Four Rooms on the sky+ planner. Surely this is what all other 25 year olds spend their Saturday nights doing? The highlight of my evening was finding a pot noodle in the cupboard, which means lunch tomorrow is sorted. *sigh* I promise I'll be less of a knob as time goes by. It's gonna take some time though...xxx