This week I have learnt NEVER to trust my own judgement again. Welcome to the soap opera that has become my life.
On Saturday I interview what appeared to be a normal guy to be my new lodger. He moved in on Monday. By Tuesday I wanted him out. He is possibly the most annoying person I have ever met. And I've caught him reading my mail. So, I have a few plans in place to get him out. At the moment my favourite is getting Malcolm round to pretend to be my ex-con, jealous, boyfriend. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
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