Thursday, January 12, 2012

Oh for fuck sake.

Take a look at the timestamp for this post. It's twenty to eleven at night and UF has just put on a wash, in an apartment block when the walls are fairly thin and the neighbours beside/above and below will hear. He's already complained loads of times about the noise the neighbours make having parties during the week etc., but can't fathom that sticking on a full wash and spin cycle at half past ten doesn't piss them off.

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It's still so quiet.

Quiet Girl will be coming into the office tomorrow, she announced earlier. There's a drinks reception afterwards, but I'm kinda hopi...