Hola ! ... I am back to Spain. Hard to tell if it is really sunny (it's nighttime) and I must admit the weather is not very warm. However, it's still a little bit better than Manchester :-)
Of course, I had to tell to a bitch in the plane that she was a bitch and the second plane left Paris with more than one hour late. luckily, I managed to grab the metro up to the end before it closed, oufff !
But you guess that if I did not wait to write, it's because I wanted to talk about my great flatmates. When I opened the door, I got a wave of bad smell, the kind of wave and the kind of bad that makes you want to go back to where you come from. I did not identify the source of the smell yet, tomorrow will be soon enough for investigations. Thankfully, I left my window open and I have candles to burn :D.
My flatmates were here watching TV and I guess they still are. But now, I can hear them very loud ... oh well ... So the girl came to show me the microwave to tell me that it was a new one because the other one belonged to the other flatmate who left. Yes, and ??? The thing (good thing) is that the microwave should be clean, it's only 3 days old. No, the thing is that she explained me she paid it together with her boyfriend 'cause she cannot live without it ... And for a second (or 2 or 3 'cause the communication has quite a bad ping), I thought she wanted to make me pay something. (Also, I should mention I forgot to pay the rent, so I really thought she wanted money !! lol). But actually, she just wanted to tell me I was allowed to use it ... I dunno if it's good news or not ...
So, this was a late post, and I am tired, so sorry in advance if I sound crazy and you do not understand anything :D Btw, I removed again the comments ... I'll try to find a solution (a new one, pffft) for the spam tomorrow.
Real-time update: there is a new guy in the flat. He came and apparently left right away ... but like the 3 other ones, he is not able to open or close a door without putting too much energy in the action if you see what I mean ... GRRRRRRRRRR ! |
