Weekend / housemove

Another weekend spent watching the rugby. Met up with a work colleague to watch Saturday's matches. Italy made their opposition struggle (again) and Scotland continued to impress, this time against a disappointing English team. Staggered home after 7 pints of Guinness. Thought about going out again, decided that I couldn't be bothered, and watched the boxing instead.

Didn't have any enthusiasm for the pub on Sunday, and RB cancelled, so watched the Ireland-Wales match at home.

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The house is empty on the weekend, and I'm informed by one of the hermits that it is usually pretty quiet. Having lived in the Concrete Kingdom for three years now, I can understand the frequent need for people to escape. I can also appreciate the quiet as it means I have control of the television[2].

Still only met one of the girls. My brother thinks that the girls are actually under the patio. I think I'll wait awhile before broaching that with my housemates.

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Just had to go and return the keys for the flat. Looks fucking excellent in there if you ask me, but they were bitching about the walls and carpets and so on. I think they probably have unrealistically high expectations for the standard of the place. Things will suffer a bit of wear and tear over 15 months; get over it. That is why you always have to redecorate even the nicest places eventually.

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[2] We've got the full Sky package here; movies and sports. You know that's just going to kill my writing.