Who the fuck steals a tin opener? Since I've moved in we (as in me, Mark and Craig, the other flat mate) have lost three tin openers. We've gone out, come back and lo and behold, no fucking tin opener. Who the fuck steals a tin opener? Who steals three? We've spoken to the landlord about the door that doesn't always close by itself, but all he's done is change the lock. It's the fucking Yale lock thingy itself that needs looking at!

And the flat smelt of a deodorant that we've not smelt since I moved in... Since the other tenant legged it... But it could have been Craig and new man'fume... Maybe I should look in the shed for the tin openers... :|

Other news, I drove to Cardigan today after having stupid people in the shop. It was fun and chill outy. Also made me wanna listen to Busted, so I'm reripping my CDs, cause it fucked up the first time but I could never be bothered to redo them.

Urgh.

Rach xxx