I opened the boot of my car on Friday and nearly passed out from the unbelievably strong smell of garlic. Nope, I hadn't left an Italian takeaway in there but had forgotten all about the garlic bulbs bought before Christmas which were supposed to have been planted already. Oops. I warily opened the paper bags... Continue Reading →
Business: My poor flat – abandoned by a grubby Jennifer Aniston
So, as you can perhaps tell from the title of this blog post, I am not best pleased with one of my tenants, no, one of my EX-tenants. And it's my own stupid fault. He worked in a local spa I go to, was desperate for somewhere to stay, cue sob story about how awful... Continue Reading →