So bloody bored

Of stumbling from problem to problem. I just get one damn thing sorted out and it sets off a chain reaction and 1000 other things go wrong. I won't inflict my boredom upon you. Suffice to say that now the rats and roaches are sorted it has been discovered that the whole flat needs to be replumbed and a temporary job finally expired and has resulted in my bathroom flooding every time I shower. And there's more.... so much more. But I can't even be bothered to tell you about it. But I just spent 4 hours murdering the turkish language with an electrician.

One thing in life is reassuringly reliable - just when you think things can't get shitter, they inevitably do. The guy who sometimes gives me a lift to work has bought a scooter. Here they have the same blaze attitude to road safety as the greeks and spanish, no helmets, shorts.... I decided that at this particular juncture in my life I'll just get taxis to work instead.

I moved in with bloke temporarily. He asked me to stay living with him. I moved out. He likes me at the moment, no point in ruining it :-)

Anyway the rash I broke out in (either as a result of stress or a severe allergy to the roach poisoning) has almost gone, so at least I am not scaring the neighbourhood children anymore. Its still summer. At least my sea view isn't broken. Somewhere out there is a man that isn't scared of me. I have a rather nice shoe collection and enough cash to buy the occasional bottle of vino. S'uppose it ain't all bad really.