Stupid Stupid Stupid. Stupid.

A combination of recovery from yesterday and near exhaustion today means that i look like a complete skank- my hair is unbrushed, and thrown up in a wacky kinda bun where it all sticks up at the back (not on purpose- be under no impression that i think this is a good look) and i'm wearing grey pyjama bottoms and my Kent hoodie. i am sans make-up (not a good look when you're as pasty faced as me, believe me).

Now, i had to get up at 8 this morning because a bloke from the council was coming to take a look at the house because they're re-doing our kitchen (about time- we've been here 17 years). now, i wasn't particularly happy about this- mostly because i bloody well knew, as did my parents. that this bloke wasn't likely to turn up until this afternoon. but Panders insisted i get up in case he turned up early. and guess what? they got here at 2pm!!They're still here now actually.

And yeah- bear in mind i say they, OK?cos this here's the important part. i didn't mind looking like a skank, because the bloke who i, and Panders, thought was coming is this old bloke, who's very small. no need to worry about how i look like in front of him, right? except he didn't turn up alone. Oh no. he turned up with a very VERY cute looking Scotsman.

THAT'S RIGHT!i look like somebody has dragged me a through a hedge made of tools that make you look fugly, and in comes this fittie of a scottish bloke. brilliant. but they seem nice enough, albeit a little surprised to see someone still in their pyjama trousers at 2 in the afternoon, but hey that's just how i roll.

Ooh, the old man has gone upstairs...the scottishman is in the kitchen...ooh the old man is back. i offered them a cup of tea, but the scotsman said he doesn't like tea or coffee- he lost brownie points there, but he said it all scottish so i wasn't really paying attention to what he was actually saying...he looks like a younger version of John Simm, with a rounder face.

i better go-they keep asking me questions i don't know the answer to, like "Where's you Gas Meter?" and "Do you know if you'd want the external pipes changed or have they been done". i feel like saying "I dunno man, i don't live here" but i don't trust myself to say "don't" instead of "Dinnae" infront of Mr-Scottish-Bloke

Stupid hair looking like wubbish. stupid pyjama bottoms.

Grr.

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