I won't talk about draining our broken washing machine today and the dirty water gurgling up into the kitchen sink. I won't mention that the stagnant water was more than likely tainted with three day old vomit from a sleeping bag that was spewed on by a drunken guest (not mine) on Saturday night. I won't even discuss how the fetid smell made me gag and I felt like running away and never coming back.
I will say that the best thing that happened today was eating lunch with my lovely and friendly new Spanish housemate Cristina who loves Gossip Girl, Phoenix, coffees and charity shop shopping. Cristina says English people would describe what I did today as a 'dog day' because I didn't do anything but eat and relax. Que chido!
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