broke no more!

So this morning I didn't have a car.

I was all for riding my bike to work, until I woke up and found it was lashing down.

So I thought I'd get the cunning free bus which goes from the tram stop at the end of my road, via the QMC, all the way into the Park and Ride site about half a mile from my work. Then I'd walk to the office. Not too difficult!

No. Difficult. The bus does not, it seems, go from the QMC to the P&R. It just stays at the QMC.

So I had to get off at the QMC and then walk aaaaaall the waaaaaay to my office. In the driving rain. In boots which, apparently, leak. With a wayward umbrella but - luckily - with my MP3 player. I sang out loud all the way there because who the hell can hear you in a howling storm?

I just googlemapped it and it's 3.5 miles. It took me forty-five minutes, which I actually don't think is too shabby? But I got there cold and wet and tired (but pleasingly tousle-haired).

Then this evening my friend Sophie took me to fetch my (repaired) car and I was ecstatically, exultantly happy.

Until I got home and found that, once again, my housemate's boyfriend has come to stay, I can only assume for the whole week.

Am I being unfair and petty to expect some warning before he comes to stay for long periods of time? I choose to live with Zoe and with Donna, not with their boyfriends.

I am very much seriously considering moving out and in with Olly from work.