I feel bloody terrible... I have a pile of stuff to do to get the flat ready for R.J. and Emma staying. I'm booked to go out Thursday, Friday and Saturday but I have the cold from hell (. My cat crapped on my new boots. I have no money (well I do have some money but it means moving money from accounts where it's best left alone) because the letting agents need a kick up the arse to get them to pay me each month. I never asked to be a landlord, I don't like being a landlord. I just coughed up something that looked like it should be in a horror movie. I'm hot, can't breath out of one nostril and the other is mostly blocked.
Worst of all I let down two friends this weekend.