Thursday, January 12, 2006

Hermit

I'm not cut out for flatting...

My flatmate (temporary flatmate) came home yesterday and I hid in my room. I got bored quickly, so came out for a moment, was bombarded with questions so hid outside on the balcony. When she realised that I was only outside and 'not asleep' I was bombarded with more questions. So I got to cleaning...

...then I went to sleep.

Is this what that stereotype is all about where husbands say all they want is peace and quiet, but the Mrs keeps chattering? I think I now understand...

Anyway...off to the doctors for round 6....


With Love From Cat xxx

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