The phone rang the other day. I was at home and nobody else was. Normally I leave the phone if it rings and I'm at home, with nobody else...I didn't though, nope, the other day I changed my mind and answered the phone.
It was our landlord, or rather it was a message being delivered by someone else on behalf of our landlord. But it was being delivered by someone who I know knows our landlord, so it was effectively a message straight from our landlord. That's irritating. But anyway, the message didn't change, no, the message remained the same - it had to be delivered and no matter who delivered it the message would always remain the same.
Leave, all of us, in 30 days.
Don't get me wrong, there's no mental scar...infact I answered the phone again yesterday evening. Someone called from Barclays Bank, they seemed to think there was someone living in our house, someone I didn't know...I tried to reason, but they knew more than me. So I quietly put the phone on the side and went to make some tea...
Friday, September 10, 2004
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