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...