a little more positive!

the third entry for the day, looks like we have nothing better to do! but i guess blog entrys seem like a therapy or something at the minute. yeah a mad week, but all of a sudden things are looking up.

as mentioned earlier, our landlady put our flat on the housing list for next term without even letting us know. as we hadnt actually made the decision of what we would be doing come the summer and september (a thought and conversation that has being filling us with dread), it felt like the decision had been taken out our hands a little, but guess thats maybe for the best as decision making is not mine or steves strong point. the only sensible decision for us now is to return to manc, so no more sea and pier and ice cream, but friends and family and better job prospects will be a bonus. so thats all ok then.

so then we were having a morning of showing people around on saturday, wasn't looking forward to this, especially as katie is making a flying visit so wouldnt have been too much fun for her, but then two really nice girls just came round to see the 'boys upstairs', and had a sneaky look around and they love it and theyre taking it. so thats nice. its such an awesome house and not just anyone can live here i dont think, but we were so excited when we moved in a couple of years ago, so now they can be plus now we can just hang a sign on the door and not have to show a single spoilt student aroud. so thats cool.

and yes did just have a hideous time with a breakdown, slap bang centre of swansea at a set of roadwork traffic lights on a friday afternoon, but on the plus side i broke down outside of the 'swansea transport club' a place ive always driven past and questioned because it just looks like a living room with a bar in it. so as i had a 90 minute wait for the AA some guy with black teeth and a burberry cap invited me in, turned out my initially suspicions were right and it was just a living room with a bar. but it was nice all the same, and the dude told me all about his awful ex and his son and how 'she' was all to blame. the story of every single swansea man. then he told me he felt like he had known me for years. not quite sure how to take that. but then my knight in a yellow and black van turned up and all was well. so looks like i have a new friend for life and i got home safely, so thats all ok too.

so with the weekend in sight it suddenly all seems rosey again.