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I'm moving out of my flat in a fortnight's time. I did my bit and advertised, but couldn't obviously interview people as the remaining 2 flatmates would have to decide who they wanted to move in. They have however not got someone to relpace me yet, having rejected all the people who've come to look at the place so far.  

Since we're on a joint tenancy, this means that legally I am apparently liable for the rent of my room, even though I gave landlord and flatamtes double the required notice that I was moving out.  

It also apparently means I won't get my deposit back until they do eventually find someone, as landlord refuses to refund it and says my replacement has to.  

Can they chase me for rent once I've moved out, if I didn't breach contract and did everything by the book?   This is a nightmare.

I've tried phoning citizens' advice for the past few days, but they are constantly engaged. Can anybody offer any suggestions or am i pretty much up the creek without a paddle (and a huge amount of money worse off) as I suspect?

Current mood: Mad

If anybody else is hovering between here and 20six (pah, it's rubbish!) apologies for duplication. I'm still in the process of deciding where to set up more permanent camp...
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After sticking with Chanel's Christalle for a good few years now, I am close to admiting we won't be together forever.

I've been reading up about all the old classics - the ones that you have work a little to enjoy. Dior, Caron, Guerlain and more.  So many of the current crop are a bit sweet smelling and dull. I like something that makes you think a little..

To re-quote a quote that I once read. The former editor of French Vogue once said of her favourite perfume:

"Just a drop on each wrist and two in the bath were enough to send silver running down the walls. It set the world throbbing out of control when I wore it. I became a little weird."

Now that's what  a decent perfume should do to you. Hell yes! And I may have just found one that does...

Things I will not miss when I eventually move out of this house:

- noisy late night/early morning showers 
- my food and drink mysteriously disappearing
- listening to the loud hocking up of phlegm in the shower nextdoor to my room
- lights on in every single room
- people coming to stay for weeks at a time
- the filthy filthy loos
- the heaps of dirty washing up
- nothing left to cook with....as it's all waiting to be washed
- the mountain of rotting fruit and veg in the corner of the kitchen
- the washing machine running loudly late into the night
- the clothes moths everywhere in my room
- the dodgy double glazing
- the 2 lanes of traffic racing by my window

Things I will miss:

I'm going to get back to you on that one.

I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but my goodness I was relieved to hear that rain this morning.  The temperature in my little oven (flat) is almost unbearable despite sleeping with fan, window open and no clothes. 
How much are portable aircon units....?

I think this evening I may escape to th delicious airconditioned darkness of the cinema to wallow in the cool.. MI3 or X Men 3?  Tom's a bit weird, so it might have to Wolverine etc...though I found the first two a bit silly really..

* 25 Days until Freedom *

I realise I'm slightly duplicating myself by trying to straddle here and the new 20six.  I just don't get it though (the new 20six) - I can't find people, I don't like the way things look and it's just plain annoying. But is everyong here now?  I don't want to leave some people behind.

Anyway - my primary whinge is still my living arrangements. Replacement flatmate has lived in (he's a friend of the dirty twins who currently live with me) He's proving to be dirty and annoying enough to join their gang.... who has has a noisy shower at 1am?  Who has a noisy shower in fact?

The filth I can learn to live with, but I just discovered they have nearly emptied my drinks cupboard. It was full when they arrived - Jim Beam, Martini, Talisker, Bombay Sapphire  etc etc - but I've been out of the house so much I haven't dipped in recently. Went to look last night and it's mostly gone.  They've easily necked £150+ booze over the past few months on teh quiet and not mentioned it to me and not replaced it. Thieving bastards.

At another point I'll have to tell you more about the dirty twins... The Geeky Hunk (as he sees himself) and Faux Greenie (her).  I'll just go over the "good" times - her puking in the sink, the toenail clipping on the kitchen table, the time I came home and found th Faux Greenie in my bed, the nakedness and so on...

 

I know in the grand scheme of things, my gripes about my living situation are hugely unimportant, but it doesn't stop me the odd self-indulgent moment of wallowing

I am so sick to death of the flatmates and the filthy way they live. Just to prove what a bitchy little cow I am, I'll tell you the thing that annoys me most is that they preach about being green....then run the washing machinne half full and leave lights on in every single room in the house. Argh.

I am hugely intolerant. And I need a pyramid of glasses and a baseball bat to get this frustration out!

Wah Wah Waaaaah

I just saw Wah Wah at the cinema. Beware - you may blub. I loved it though.

It's been a cinema-tastic week as on Monday I saw Friends With Money...the scary thing was that I could identify with so many of the women - needless to say all except the one with bags of cash and a sweet husband who loves her. It was a whole lot better than the write ups I'd read had lead me to believe. Go see.

P.S. There are my knees - hadn't realised when I loaded that photot to the 'about me' bit it'd plonk itself on the front page... oh well, I'll be knee tastic till I get my proper photo of Wednesday me up here again.

Ho hum

Blimey - I go away for a few weeks (months?) and 20six has finally made the big change. And it's got me completely flumoxed. Hmm.

Exciting news from me? Moving out of my flat in a month or so's time and very excited about it. currently living with people who are completely incompatible with me. At first I thought they were the nigthmare, but as time has gone on I've increasingly become aware that in my own "special" way i'm probably a nightmare too. Still - taught me to be more thorough should I ever have to interview anyone for anything ever again. I'm looking forward to living in a slightly messy but CLEAN house again once the move has been made. This experience has made me realise I'm not nearly so grubby as I though I was.