I suppose not the worst day ever, but at the same time.. UGH. This is very long because it's been a very long day.

Day starts with me being woken by water dripping on my face - I panic, realise something from the guy upstairs is leaking on me and run up. He doesn't answer his door, my letting agent don't answer their phone because for some unknown reason they aren't open today when they're supposed to be, but I do eventually manage to talk to the guy upstairs. He says he has no issues with anything - but 5 minutes later comes down and says his boiler is leaking. He has put a washing up bowl under it, but this doesn't solve the problem of the built up water which has been dripping on my bed all day, leaving my pretty white flowery sheets beautiful and orange. Yay copper piping!

I then go into town to get a meter box key for my gas meter so I can sort out issues over who's been providing my gas. When I get home, it turns out I left my keys in the flat because I am stupid. I immediately jump on a bus down to the letting agent (didn't know they were closed at this point), during which time a woman shouts at me 'CAREFUL!' when I knock accidentally into her shopping bags which I apologised for before she shouted at me. As soon as I get off the bus I realise that the agency is closed, so I have to get another bus home again. At this point I phone 118118 (directory enquiries number for those outside the UK!) and ask for an emergency locksmith. I get one, get told it'll be a good 45 minutes before he'll be with me. So I sit on the front step reading my newspaper. The nice part of the day happened then - the lovely guys who live opposite saw me and made me a cup of tea because they're lovely.

Locksmith arrives and lets me in. And that 2 minutes work costs me £115. I nearly cried after he went. That is far too much money for that little done. Especially when I should've been able to get in for free via my letting agent!

Now, back to the gas meter. Turns out nobody, even the national database of gas meters and suppliers, has any idea whatsoever who is actually supplying my gas. Apparently I have to do more detective work than the hour I spent on the phone to people today.

That, and then I had a friend's birthday party. Which should be a lovely happy occasion and usually is, it's just that all I want to do is sit at home and weep a little bit instead of going and dealing with certain people who wind me up endlessly sometimes doing the very things that grate on me. Plus being treated like a tiny child by one of my friends who then proceeded to later have a massive childish sulk and nearly throw a tantrum. ARGH. Plus I don't get to say to people 'this is probably the worst day I've had in a very very long time' because that would be rude at a celebration that they changed the time of so I couldn't get there until I was about 3 hours late even though I'd said I could only do the evening and not the day.

And what I really really want now is a cuddle from my boyfriend who is hundreds of miles away because he always is. At least he phoned me tonight, that made it a little bit better.

Sorry for the long rantishness of this post. Probably be a few bits and pieces of art coming up soon for your perusal