Nixta Sinks

I've been away. Moved apartment, been ill, dealt with apartment. Part of dealing with the apartment has been getting a fucking phone line put in, which I had been assured was already done, and that before I could get broadband of course.

Counting down the days to the next disappointment when I find out that the broadband, although technically set up and confirmed as possible on my phone line, turns out to be registered accidentally to a conviceted paedophile and al-q'ida suspect, leading to the inevitable breaking down of my door by a horde of marauding monkeyboys dressed in black and intent on ruining my newly tiled terrace and leaking rooflight.

They'll probably stamp their muddied boots all over my sofa too, the bastards.

It's been a right royal pain in the arse, moving into this apartment, but I think it's mostly behind me. Oh, who am I kidding? The bath will fall through the floor next time I fill it with water - I've already noticed cracks at the top of the wall whenever I take a bath.