Set off the flea bombs and headed off to my friends' house to do his books. In his moving of computers the data file had gone missing so I had to come back home, duck the flea bomb gas and get a copy of the file then return.
Spent about 4 hours doing his books and was quite pleased with the amount I got done - it was three months worth of data entry and bookkeeping. Almost finished it, probably about an hour at the most before it will be finished.
Then came home and had to open up the house to air it well before my mum returned, as she suffers from allergies and currently has a lung infection and I didn't want to make it worse than it already is by fumigating her as well as the house.
As I type my bedsheets are in the washing machine and my bed freshly made (again).
The house does smell, but it isn't too bad and isn't a terribly unpleasant smell at least.
'Him' stuff under the cut ...
Have been thinking about his situation, and it really isn't quite as bad as when he left me, for two reasons:
1. At least she seems happy. When he left me he wasn't happy, I know cos he would tell me.
2. They're not living together, so he doesn't have to see the object of his desire in his face every day.
hmm I think I may have typed that stuff before, oh well.
Told him this morning that it wasn't me making the 'phantom' phone calls to his gf back in July when he implied I was doing so.
He/she still visiting the old blog reasonably regularly.
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