Final post

I'm afraid people, that this blog has come to an end, I'm moving out today. I've had enough of this hell hole to stay any longer. The reason I didn't kick out my flatmate was because she was the only one on the lease - I was in no position to get rid of her. The reason I didn't move out sooner was because an agreement was made that I would stay until a particular date, and it was not economical for me to move out earlier. Thanks for all your posts and emails. Feel free to take the pictures and use them for any purposes you like.

But, for the final post, I have one last reason my flatmate pisses me off.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is this morning she didn't flush the toilet after leaving the bathroom, leaving me to be greeted by a large turd in the toilet bowel when I wanted to use the bathroom.

Losing one's keys

Last night at 1am I was woken by the door bell ringing, and was greeted by my flatmate apologising because she claimed to have lost her keys, again..

Before I left this morning, my flatmate asked to borrow my keys so she could get a new set cut, and casually mentioned that hopefully someone will return her keys because she had her name and address on the keyring. "Are you serious?" I said disbelievingly. "Yes, after loosing them last time, I thought it would be better if anyone who found them had enough information to return them". I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her stupidity is just to great for me to tolerate. "So, you know now that someone might have the keys to our apartment, and know where our apartment is... right?". "I guess so". "Do you think that might be a problem?". "Umm, maybe..". Oh dear, this bitch has no idea where I'm going with this. "OK, you're staying here today. You will not leave this house. I will put a new lock on the door."

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is she lost her keys which had her name and address on them, and didn't understand this was a problem.

No voice

Today I'm not in any way pissed off with my flatmate. She has lost her voice. In fact I'm so pleased I don't have to hear her talk, I'm not going to complain about her today. I hope her voice doesn't come back!

What's a thermostat?

Somehow, the concept of a thermostat is one which seems to escape my flatmate. Last night I walked out of my room to find the living room at a very toasty temperature. Now, I'm not a complete facist when it comes to using the heater (if it's really cold you need to turn on the heater, else try putting on a jumper first) but the temperature of the room was cooking, and while it was fine for the heat to be on, certainly not to the level it was at. So I walked over to the thermostat to find it set to the maximum temperature. A quick turn of the dial showed that the temperature was at that level, and I moved it down to a more comfortable temperature of 20 degrees (that's 68 degrees Fahrenheit for you imperialists).

When I questioned my flatmate why she had turned the temperature up she said she turned it to the maximum to heat the room faster (and then left it on). I had to explain that the control dial wasn't a power level, but a thermostat, and turning it to the max would make no difference to the speed by the room would warm.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off is she struggles with the concept of a thermostat thereby wasting electricity.

Hide and seek

Today when I went to make lunch, I discovered that the quantity of cutlery, plates and the like in the kitchen cupboards were much lower than usual.. There weren't even many dirty dishes in the sink. So I decided I would go on a hunt for missing kitchen items, first stop my flatmate's room.

She was out so I stuck my head in to see what I could find, and to my amazement there was a pile of plates and glasses stacked precariously on her desk. The sickest thing was the half drunk glass of milk that had now formed a solid consistency, and by the smell of the room, I estimate it had sat there for around 5 to 6 days.

Today's reason my flatmate pisses me off was she decided to horde a stack of dirty plates and glasses in her room.