It's Friday, I should be happy, the start of the weekend and two days of freedom. But I'm not. I'm unprepared for it. I need to wax my legs, wash my hair, find my clothes which seem to be tunnelling their way through to the flat next door. My flat is a state. The mice are getting cheeky and closer to the sleeping part of the room we live in. We're finding cockroaches on a daily basis now. And I've heard nothing about the place that we had put a side to move into once the contract (sentence) is up. In fact I've been told that we shouldn't really start looking until it does expire as we can't do anything until then anyway. Frustration!

That's exactly what it is, I'm frustrated because there's nothing I can do about any of the things that are irritating me. We signed a contract to stay in the flat for a year so that's what we have to do. I asked about the neighbours and as told they were nice. I should have got that in writing because it wasn't true, they were drug dealers that the landlord had been trying to evict for 18 months. When they were evicted and the property seized by the Met police they just took up their usual business in the courtyard. The police would come, search them, tell them to leave and they would be back within 10 minutes.

The other thing that is wrong with the flat is it's infested. There are mice and cockroaches. We noticed the mice as soon as we moved in and had a lone cockroach which Mark dutifully identfyed then released. But since we have new neighbours downstairs there are lots of them. My theory is that they were down there when the place was a drug den/whore house and now that the Summer is here their numbers have exploded and we're getting the overspill. The new neighbours are probably a lot cleaner than the last lot and therefore the roaches are trying to find somewhere they like. The pest control people were informed two weeks ago but because we don't have a doorbell they couldn't get in and we have to wait for another appointment. I don't think they're in a rush.

My job is unchallenging (I'm writing this whilst at work) and at the moment there is actually nothing to do. I'm not joking, nothing. I'm a temp so my job's never safe and I feel like this one is coming to an end. I feel like it came to an end about a month ago but they haven't let me go just in case. I've been looking for another job, I've even worked on my CV but I haven't got a covering letter yet so all of the replies I've got have been rejections. They have also moved the goal posts. I signed up for a job from 9-5:30 now that I've been here a while I'm being put on the t2 shift-9:30-6, no big deal, half an hour either side. I have a pub job I need to start at 6. I told them this. The phone supervisor has pushed and pushed for me to do t2. unrelentlessly. So now I have to and she's putting me on there twice a week. I wonder how long it'll take them to figure out that my absence due to sickness has gone up and seems to coincide with those days. I have to get a cover letter done and get out of here. I want a proper job, but there aren't any out there at the moment. I like the bar job but it means I'm working days and evenings and I'm knackered.

I'll carry this on later, I have to get breakfast. I'm not all that unhappy about my weight at the moment, I'm about a stone over weight, but that's something I can do something about. I'm having horrid porridge.