I delayed getting up this morning. Having decided to speak to slightly saner female housemate about her obnoxious boyfriend's outburst last night, I was waiting for him to go out to work. She, however, is apparently not speaking to me. Can you imagine that these two are nearly thirty? How is this such a big deal? Some of you will remember my entries when their families were here - I might blog-moan, but I didn't say anything at all to them. I think I've been bloody accomodating these last five and a half months. Thought I might've bought myself some credit, e.g. for an undisturbed romantic dinner for two (see yesterday's first post). Buggered that up, it seems.
Cricket's going reasonably. They've just rained them off for a bit. Maybe someone will injure Shane Warne during the interval. Wouldn't that be a shame?
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