My Feet Are Cold
Yep, it's a sure sign that this house is getting colder by the day, my feet are cold! Of course there are a number of other signs that a house is unhealthily cold@
Milk stays fresh despite being left ou of the fredge all day!
Unwashed pots don't even begin to smell for a while!
Typing things into the computer gets less co-ordinated....
Well there are probably loads of things but more importantly, I can hear you ask, why don't you just put the heating on yopu idiot!? This brings me to a very important point - THERE'S NO HEATING OR HOT WATER IN THE HOUSE AT THE MOMENT!! So there ya go all you smartypants readers, we're freezing our buts off here because our landlord is too busy doing who knows what to his other 'financial investments' aka houses to you and me, and hasn't got time to get here and fix the heating. And just as you're about to say "surely it's not that biga job, why not phone him" we have and it is 'that big a job' because last week he (the landlord) decided to rip out the hot water system and drain the central heating just in time for the wet, cold weather to arrive....bbrrrrrrrrrrr!
In defense of my landlord I have to say he's by no means the worst, he's just easily distracted and busy. Unlike him there are some shocking landlords in Manchester with even poorer excuses for houses to rent, especially to students. This I discovered during the summer while I hunted around for somewhere to live. One guy advertised "LUXURY ONE-BEDROOM FLATS" which on inspection were in fact flea-infested, crumbling shoe boxes which would have cost so much to furnish, heat etc I'd have been living off ASDA Smartprice noodles for the whole year!
Anyway that's just a sample, if anyone's got any LANDLORD HORROR STORIES lets have 'm and we'll publish them here on the blog.
Time to go and eat now before the Mighty Reds take on Monaco in the 'not exactly champions' league! More later....

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6 Comments:
When I was a lad, we'd have been grateful for a flea-infested, crumbling shoebox. Central heating was just a pipedream then of course...(continued for 7 hours)
hmmm...do i even know u?
lol, i totally understand all about freezing ur butt off! it's starting to get a little chillier here, which is good cos it's waaay to hot and humid in the summa for me! only problem is, when the temp frops below the 50's ( F) it's bad. i have bad circulation in my feet and hands so they lose the blood and turn yummy corspy yellowy white. oh well
xoxoxo
Kerrier
Kerrie, you know how your hands are always freezing, well perhaps you're the real ice queen from Narnia!!!
Mwwwwuu-haha!!! (tacky evil laugh, but i felt it needed it)
Ahoy Dangermouse, thanks for visiting my Blog :)
Manchester, eh? Are you a Chessplayer? While surfing chess sites on the Web one day, I came across a nice Chess Club site for a club in or near Manchester, I believe; the Swinton Chess Club.
What???
I see you're keeping quiet about the game last night. Probably for the best :)
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