We seem to have some complete random person moved into our house. Or at least, that's what it feels like. He's a friend of the three gits who live downstairs, he's been here for a week now, and I still don't know his name. More to the point, I haven't actually so far been in the room with him, nor have any of the Gits Downstairs made any effort to introduce him to us or anything.
I know he's been here quite a lot over the past... week or whatever. But it wasn't until one of my other h'mates brought up a very valid point this morning: How long has his car been parked in our drive for, now? She's right; she was whingeing about it at the start of the week, at least, as she couldn't park her car after work (she's a pretty crappy driver but that's another matter). Seems like the only reason he's nicked one of our parking spaces is because he doesn't have road tax. Hmm. But the fact remains, it's here anyway. I don't know what they were thinking: there are four people in this house who drive cars, and only four spaces. So what does that mean? Did any of them volunteer to acquiesce their own space? Did they fuck. Because they're selfish, arrogant, obnoxious people. Rude ones, at that.
May have to bring the landlord into play soon. I've had enough, and a lot of us have had enough. Why do these breaking points always turn out to be in March? Hmmm. I could write more, but that's enough for now. Just felt like giving this a bit of a kick ;)