Planned on going to the gym yesterday but didn't make it. Yet another cheating day. Went to the grocery store and bought coffee for a colleague and those awesome handmade spanish chips as always when I go to that special store. They are so very good. Bought black berries too which I ate directly in the car after buying those. I love fresh fruits. I love strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, cherries, pineapples, apples, pears, nectarines, grapes etc... But only real fresh and pure. I don't like them when they are days old or so. I used to drive out to strawberry/raspberry-fields and pick freshly, but as I don't need that much anymore and as I don't make a lot of jam anymore I don't do it anymore. Fresh homemade strawberry-jam is heavenly!
I'll drive home in the evening. I'm glad to get home again. I resolved to finally do my entrance way out at the staircase. It looks bad as it is stuffed with shoeboxes and things I need to drag down to the cellar-store. I was so very lazy over the last weeks.
Tomorrow at 7.30am a technician will come over to fix the heating-thermostat which I broke while I disassambled the old cabinets. It was fixed on the insides of the cabinet. I hope it won't be that expensive. sigh
And I hope too that I won't meet old grump from downstairs. I don't feel like talking to the old know-it-all. He seems to be very humourless. When I met him last Friday he accused me of letting them down when the storm was last week. I had to get to work wednesday morning so I left in the very early morning hours for work. As usually at 4.30am. What does he think? That I go around in the house ringing bells at this god-awful early hours to ask if everything is fine. What a douche!
It wasn't like I left them to die. All seemed to be fine when I left. Everything worked (power, water, heat) and the roof was still over my head. I think he was just pissed as he had to pick up all the waste which was strewn over our grounds as the old lady isn't able to do anything anymore. I guess it was all his as he puts his waste out on the terrace. (I think I said it before that he is kind of a horder) I'm pretty pissed at his accusation.
We'll have our first owners-meeting at the end of the month with the administration we hired. I really, really hope that I can hold back any abusive comments to his know-it-all comments, that will come cerainly.
I don't want to think of this ass anymore. He makes me feel miserable and makes my home a bit less homely. I hate that. Maybe I will sell my apartment and buy a little house instead.
7:35 am - July 15, 2015
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