Sunday, 10th December.
Bitch & Whine
Bitch and Whine sounds like the name of a pub. "Just popping
down to the Bitch & Whine for a pint, fancy joining us?"
As promised (threatened?) I'm going to continue complaining
about my flatmates. The Couple.
1 Brendan is a bit washing up shy. Bear in mind that I'm
not exactly Mr Washing-Up. (She was a Washing, he was an Up, all of
a sudden they're Washing-Up.) (think about that one) (maybe don't)
So for me to think him tardy gives you an idea of how slack he is.
2 They call each other darling. Oh please. Bring me a
bucket. (Could be worse - they could call me darling.)
3 I feel like I'm an intruder in my own home. Tonight they
were sitting in the living room, watching tv, sipping red wine
(toffs!) and I felt distinctly unwelcome. So I slinked off to my
room. (Audience: ohhhhhhhh)
Stay tuned for more bitchin' and whinin'.