down in the dumps

literally.

yes, its true. we are living below ground level...a space we share with the rubbish bins for the apartment block (that never seem to be emptied) and, no doubt, rats. how i didnt notice this before we moved in i'll never know.

the other day i walked past the main entrance (we are off round to the side) and there was a guy standing having a smoke in a doorway under the entrance stairs... so i think that there are people living under the stairs. so it is us, the illegal immigrants and the rats. ho hum. today i shopped at waitrose to try to feel a bit civilised.

but its not all bad. on the weekend a) labour got in b)howard lost his seat (well done ray and marg) and c) we went up to kate and andy's gorgeous 3 bedroom cottage in THE NORTH for alot of good food and booze to celebrate kate turning 30.

oh, there is another bit of bad. today i had to wait for 4 tubes (!) before i could squeeze on one to get to work. and on the way home i was groped by an old man 'helping me onto the tube' and then had to get all intimate with my fellow passengers with my face pressed into some guys armpit until cally road. i know its not original to whinge about the tube but i cant help it.

there was laughter, there were tears (of joy) - Decision 07 - at gregs apartment. the t-shirt made it just in time (the feathers arent part of robs outfit).
chilling at kate and andy's (rohie, kate and aimes)
aimes and andy
gerg and kate...