Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Teeny Weeny Bit Stressed.

The exchange of contracts still hasn't taken place, and we are supposed to be moving in two and a half week.

I haven't packed a damn thing yet.

Hollie will not come out from the sofa.

The Baron is being a pain about all of the above.

My sister is planning on leaving her partner (my friend) and is being a bitch about it. Leaving your partner of four years, whose best friend has just died, BY PHONE is evil.

I have run out of chocolate.