Last night our neighbours had a party, and apparently the neighbourhood was invited. I didn't hear about it until I got home. In fact I was suprised to know there was a party on at all - they seemed quieter than usual. Perhaps Wayne (or Gavin, or Trevor or whatever he is called) was away so he could not regale everyone with stories of his friend who earns lots as a foreman, and handing out cell phone numbers to the birds. Maybe the bint was catatonic so we didn't get the same shrieking giggle. It was polite of them to invite the neighbours, but as my flatmate said, it would have been better if they hadn't so we could legitimately fume.
Plenty to fume about anyway; today I had work for a couple of hours. It did not go particularly well as we had to wait for 3/4 of an hour to get into the building, the returns were poured over the floor, and we had only about an hour to do them all. I think there will be some bitching at work tomorrow when they see the state of the place. Never mind, at least when I was down town I handed on one of my trade me sales. And I got paid for the time I was standing around outside the library.
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