Tuesday, 1/5/12.

I think we managed all of one day of sunshine in April. Nice work Britain, you’ve outdone yourself.

I worked 8 – 4pm today and then went home and got cracking on scraping more paint off the wall in the bedroom. It was quite easy to be honest, it’s just the bits around the edges that are being tricky. Thorpe came in with his tail between his legs and made a half-arsed attempt at asking me what I was doing later, but only because as it turned out he’d made plans to go to Dave’s after work to avoid seeing me and then felt guilty about it. I’m seeing Sarah tonight anyway but she’s asked me to go round to hers because she’s tired and of course, Thorpe’s there and has suggested ordering pizza. I said yes, but he’s bloody paying for it. 

Ugh. Why are men so fucking difficult sometimes.