I am bored of incompetent men.

I've been back at Uni for two weeks and already I am plotting new and ingenious ways to murder my landlord. It appears a group of girls have signed for our house for next year. Poor them.

Over Easter the Ratman from the council came around and told us that the poison he had left had not been touched and that we had no rats. It sounded distinctly like he was irritated with us for wasting his time, but when you hear scratching most nights and have seen a rat running across the kitchen floor you can't help but think that there might be rats in the house, right?! Well, a week later a dead rat was spotted on the back step, presumably poisoned. We christened him Henry. A few days later there was a delightful smell in the kitchen. Now with the sink having been leaking dirty water into the cupboard for a while now, we put it down to that, until the bluebottles arrived. Yes, another dead rat (Horace-Hamley) under the sink. Ratman was phoned, and he told us that unless we had droppings and scurrying noises we still don't have rats, so they're not coming out again. Excuse me for thinking I can do his job better, but there are two dead rats in my wheelie bin. I can't help but think we do have an infestation.

Landlord of course has been as helpful as ever, by traumatising one of the girls by waving a rat corpse at her, and telling us to do the washing-up. It's a difficult thing to make yourself do when you know your feet will get a good bath as soon as you turn the tap on. He's coming round this week to cut the grass. Apparently cut grass and a half-built shed will sell the house better than working appliances and a lack of rats.

As for other men, I've bored everyone to death this week moaning about them. I'm trying my luck with someone who is technically off limits, until next week. With any luck we'll manage to get round to actually going on a date before he leaves....

From one building site to another...

As if it wasn't enough being woken up by Tomas the Polish builder and his very loud drill every weekday for the past month at Uni, now Mum and Dad are at it too. They're trying to make our house more saleable which apparently means using equally loud drills and screaming at each other. I'm not sure which is worse, drill + argument or drill + Polish singing. Either way I'd rather have the sleep.

I went to the seaside today with two of my girlies, which was lovely. Living where we live its almost a 2hr drive to the nearest water, so its not somewhere we get to go very often. I can't remember whose silly idea it was to go in April but anyway, it was fun. There are some very entertaining photos at least.

When I got home my lil brother's girlfriend had arrived from Liverpool. Can't for the life of me understand why he can't get a girl closer to home, but hey ho who am I to question it? She seems lovely anyhow, even if she does say 'boss' when not referring to a senior colleague. We all have faults. The only problem I have is that they're laid on the sofa in the communal living room kissing like... no, scrap that, we now have a hand wandering to an arse... god I can't look. The worst part is, as well as thinking 'not in my day' I'm thinking 'how come he's happy at 15 and I'm this old and alone?'. Isn't that bitter of me? But I really do feel like he's rubbing in the fact I'm unhappy. The world isn't fair. And before you all start thinking it, I'm aware that up until very recently I did have someone and its my own bloody fault I don't anymore. Unfortunately though, as anyone that vaguely knows me really should know, I wasn't happy. Well no, I was at first, but for the last 9 months I've not been. 9 months of hoping that the happiness would come back and the bad stuff would go away. Well it didn't. The world sucks.

So now I'm single and low instead of taken and low. The only thing putting a smile on my face is watching Dad trying not to look at the sofa either...

Murders and mysteries

Its been a while since I've bothered with a blog. Had it printed out and passed around school back in the day, and ever since decided it was a bad plan to put my thoughts on the internet. But after some coercion from my housemate, here goes, me. I apologise in advance, I have a tendency to ramble about not an awful lot.

So what do you need to know to understand my innermost thoughts? Lets start with the basics, I'm a 20 year old medical student at Manchester University, currently in my hometown for the Easter holidays. Home is a little inbred town that nobody's ever heard of, and it has its own language. There was a murder here the other night, and police are wanting to speak to anyone that was in the local club (yes there's only one) that night- me! Funny that, I moan that its boring around here and then get myself involved in a murder enquiry.

At Uni I live with 3 fabulous girlies and a rat called Herbert. Herbert was found a few weeks ago in the kitchen running through a hole in the wall to my bedroom, and as such I have been sleeping with my housemate ever since. It's a good job we're all so close! This will no doubt be continued (if she'll let me) after the holidays, as the landlord (also known as 'that wanker') has a mysteriously large number of excuses for not blocking up the holes or putting a fence up in the garden or doing anything that might prevent further infestations. Instead he came round to see what the ratman from the council had done so he could see what he needed to do 'next time'. Thank god we have a new flat with a new landlord next year.

Hmm what else? I recently broke up with my boyfriend of two years. I suppose that's relevant as looking back on years of diaries I realise men appear to be all I have to talk about. Currently the ex and I aren't best of friends, which is awful but I suppose to be expected, and I am filling the void the best way I know how- flirting ;). But its not filled, I can't pretend it is, and I'm not really ready to take on someone new. Not yet anyway. And plus I've nowhere for a new bloke to stay, unless he fancies kipping in with Maz and I.

But anyway, thats enough for one day. I'll get off to my rat-free, housemate-free double bed in a house with heating and free food. I love the holidays!