I was dining with Miss Lisa last night and she told me off soundly for being slack at posting … So I am posting so I don’t get into further hot water!!!!
There has been very little happening lately, and I have been really tired so haven’t had much to report … However… this morning on arrival at work I decided to start charting the 8 week chapter about the Count… So Buckle up it’s going to be an interesting ride…
The Count has started moving a little bit of stuff into the flat… I have wanted to be generous in helping make the moving process as smooth as possible so haven’t minded that stuff is arriving before official moving in date. I think this is acceptable, however due to the intense nature of this guy I get a bit pressured to be deciding 24 hours in advance if I am going to be home so he can drop stuff off etc… You have to understand that I’m not the sort of girl who plans that far in advance… 24 mins is probably my limit… Actually the worst thing about it is his expectation that I will arrange my life to suit… As a consequence I am more likely to dig my heels in and make it a little less easy … (So call me a cow… You know you want to…)
This morning is indicitive once again of his attitude… He advised he hadn’t brought stuff to drop off tonight. He may bring stuff on Saturday instead… Of course I said, I may not be available on Saturday. I think it was the fact he didn’t ask if I was going to be home and instead assumed that I would be… That’s the kicker…
So, he said “When am I going to get a key?”
I replied, “When you start paying rent. *rolling her eyes across the desk at Shoe*
“You can start paying rent now if you like, then I can give you a key…”
End of discussion.
Please don’t tell me I am making a huge mistake inviting the Count to move in, you gotta know he is bascially just an ok guy with no clues about dealing with people… tell you what, he is going to be on a steep learning curve with me… And *deep breath* it’s only for 8 weeks.
She signs off to go and draw up a tenancy contract…