Fun fun fun

Had a great couple of days. Went to London, got drunk, generally good fun. Even if my friend's 31 yr old brother (with fiance and small child) came on to me. Otherwise an excellent time.

Car went for it's MOT. Failed. Costing £400. But it's fine, I kinda expected it. Get it back tomorrow.

Came back to Manchester today to find 'builders' in my back garden. Damn. Had forgotten about them. Ah well, I thought, Landlord said they'd not bother me, he gave them a key to the side gate so they could get to the garden without bothering me. Turns out he'd also given them a back door key. I walked in the house to find them strolling in and out my kitchen. Ignore it, I thought, ring Landlord when there's more time to moan about it, but for now, ignore it. Went out to work.

Came back from work at 9pm. Side gate wide open. Back door wide open. Assume 'builders' left before 5. That's 4hrs of my house being entirely open to the public. I live in the ghetto. My laptop was in the living room. I was very thankful it was still there.

I have called the Landlord and *ahem* expressed my disgust. I have also replaced the lock on the gate for one only I have a key for, so 'builders' must ring the doorbell and speak to me on arrival tomorrow. I will be screaming my fucking lungs out to them too. How dare they leave my house like that?!

Also, exam results tomorrow. Argh.

That will be all.