Whoops. While trying to defrost the ice-box I’ve managed to puncture the circulation system and all the gas has escaped (yes, I was impatient and used a knife…). Just another peice of cack-handling to cap a bad few weeks. The landlord seems understanding and has told me to pinch the fridge from the downstairs flat as a stop-gap but I’ll need to replace it. There goes my meagre savings.

This has not helped to reduce Piritas stress-level either.

Ever had one of those days when you feel like a Grade-A twat?

Now to work, I wonder what events are in store for me there…

Something to say?