| Name |
Colin Scott |
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Newspaper, magazine, etc |
| Location |
Edinburgh |
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Have just finished reading the entire page and it was great fun.
Now Mil, you live with a woman who you love dearly which is why you put up with her. Imagine living with a woman such as Margret, just as flatmate and you're still not even close to the despair that I have been feeling for the last six months.
OK lets start with our trip to Dublin in the summer. My flatmate has this thing about disorganised people, she has just about as much admiration for them as she does for rapists, but her idea of being organised is a bit different from mine. Remembering whose turn it is to clean the bathroom is her speciality. Remembering to print off the correct e-mail from Ryanair is not. So when we turn up at Dublin airport just in time to see our flight taking off, I naturally assume that she will pay the 60 euros it will cost to get home (not to mention the extra night in Dublin which does not come cheap).
Any thoughts that suggest well it's your fault too, you should have checked the flight times, should be banished from your mind. The kick on the shins I received when I asked to look at the map even when her and her mates pointing towards the sun saying "I think that way's North so the hotel should just be up this road a bit", shows you what I was up against.
Anyway, I had to pay. I did eventually get the money back, only because a few of our mutual friends got tough with her nd it started affecting her popularity.
Now, fast forward 2 months, me, at home, watching TV, pasta on in the kitchen for the previous 2 hours (QVC were doing a 2hr lingerie special, what's guy to do?) So her £6 pot from Ikea is ruined by the aforementioned pasta on the cooker.
In my attempt to set an example, rather than just chucking it out and denying all knowledge, I left for work early, to buy a pot to replace the one I ruined.
On my return home I confessed my sins and presented her with her new pot which cost me £8.
Fair? Well no actually. The pot I burned was pprently much better quality than the one I replaced it with, even although the one I bought was more expensive. So I'm the evil one. My remark "Aye well it still cooks tatties" was not well received.
After this I was ignored for a while until one day, I was asked "Are you woring tomorrow" "No" "Good cos we need to talk" "OK"
The next day, on my day off I went off to watch the football at the pub with my brother as planned.
Clearly her idea of an "arrangement" is different from mine, and although I pointed out that I did not agree to come home to "talk" but this fell on deaf ears.
Following from this I was ignored for 2 months, yes 2 months. When I finally got fed up, I said, OK we never actually had that talk what did you want to say.
Guess what? The pot. That's it. There was a couple of other things, I don't clean the bathroom often enough, but the main source of her anger was the sodding pot. My attempts at explaining that "normal people" wouldn't bother about such a trivial thing, were countered by the splendid arguement that it was "part of a set".
So another 2 months of ignoring each other followed.
I get my keys for the new flat tomorrow. |
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