Not very well today. Got the start of a cold - not fun. Still, I plough on as best I can.
I've just nearly had a row with my ex on the phone. I rang him to say I wasn't coming over as planned to do the giglist as I didn't feel up to driving and he started on about the sale of the flat. On and on and on about what the estate agents should and shouldn't be doing in order to sell it - I held the phone away from my ear in order not to listen to it - why doesn't he tell them not me? But no, having told me all his grievances with them, I'm apparently now to go round there and say it all to them. Hah! I do desperately want to sell this place, but why do I have to do everything, it's not even my bloody flat!
Rant over.
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