I moved into my new flat in Birmingham yesterday.
And although I was really sulky at first because I just didn't want to be here (I think quite a big part of me STILL doesn't want to be here) I unpacked all my stuff, tidied up quite a bit and I went to bed feeling quite happy with myself.
I got up about half an hour ago (8:45am - very impressed I managed that) and fancied a shower to start my day.
It's broken. Again. Third time in about a year (going from September last year when I first moved into this building) AND I'VE BEEN HERE A DAY AND A BIT!!
It's broken - how did they not notice the bastard thing was broken when they supposedly came round and checked all the rooms after everyone had moved out????
They will feel my rather in reception when I'm not in my pjs ¬¬'