I'm moving on Saturday. It's a long story, but all you really need to know is that our soon-to-be former landlord has proved himself to be totally cretinous. Imagine a landlord version of gaslighting, where despite all behavioural (and legal) evidence to the contrary, he tries to convince you that you are in fact doing him a massive disservice by, for instance, asking that your deposit be protected. He believes that he can't possibly be a dodgy landlord because, and I quote, 'I've never asked you to pay in cash'. SIGH. Anyway, my housemates and I are looking forward to the day when a text from our landlord no longer induces a migraine, and this Saturday are moving to what promises to be a delightful little house in Tottenham.
Bloody tourists. We've probably all thought it in our least tolerant moments- when someone's stopped to work out directions in the middle of a street, or you can't get to where you need to be because of too many people taking photos. But last week, I was one of those bloody tourists, clogging up the… Continue reading Some come to stare, some to stay
Today's prompt was to write about things that I help people with, that I'm good at or that I would happily do for free. I would find it horribly cringe to list out all the ways in which I'm AMAZING, yah, so I've decided to pick one that people ask me about and that I… Continue reading Food, glorious food