What Day?

So, HOPEFULLY I should know about The Yellow House by Monday.

We both woke up early, I don’t know what time she was up but I got up at 7:10.am and went down stairs. We got to talking about what we would do if we won the lottery, she said she would tell everyone, I said that I would tell no-one, not even her, instead things would just be paid off mysteriously and annonymously. She said that was stupid and didn’t make any sense. She then went on to say “Everything I thought about you has just been proved.” I asked her what that meant and she wouldn’t give me an answer, this pissed me off, she then said something else and started a row, which in turn turned to her saying how unhappy she is, and how I make her unhappy and how she can’t see this working out and blah blah blah, clearly she was trying to say it but couldn’t so I said it “I’ll say what you don’t have the balls to then Elle, instead of skirting around the issue, I’ll say it, we’re done, over, finished, if it’s not working now then it never will.” we talked some more, which was her saying she wanted to work on us and not split up. Then we sorted out the financial side. Whatever, I went to start a bath running but she wanted a shower, so I stopped my bath and started moving stuff into the little room after 15 minutes she still wasn’t in the shower, “Are you having a shower?” I asked as I walked into the room, she’s there back in bed watching TV. Turns out she’d changed her mind, so I went and ran my bath, I got out and toweled down, got ready, and told her I was going out to find myself somewhere to live, and by the way I’ll be keeping my job until I see fit to leave it (for now, my job’s pretty safe), she rang her sister and put it all on me, which was nice of her, but then again, she’s always got to be the victim, then I left. I went up to the city centre to get a bus up to the next town over, and she rang me and started saying how I’m this, that and the next thing. Eurgh. So I went to the estate agents and gave the application and the money. Then the women says “Do you have proof of your Working Tax Credits? Because we’ll need that”. Could she not have told me that on Monday? So I left there and went to Argos, got a cheapo pre paid mobile so I could shove my sim card in it. I then went down to my old next door neighbour and have a cup of tea with her, and she convinced me to go get the paperwork, so I did, then I went back to the town and gave it to them and whatnot, back to my old next door neighbours, more tea, then I had to go to the college to give a donation to the fundraising they’re doing, so I did and saw my old tutor and had a chat with her, which was fun to catch up, then I came home. So I was completely pooped after that. So I went up to bed at 7pm(ish) and then it was just a case of waiting for her to go to work, and now I am here writing this. I’ve got to ring the building society and close our joint account and cancel our direct debit, I also have to ring Orange and change ownership of my contract and bank details. God. So yeah, that’s everything methinks.