What? You want us to re-enrol after 6 months?

EVERY 6 months?

Essentially had to queue about uni today for 3 hours, joining queue after queue to re-enrol. This did not make me a happy bunny

Also someone in the close has a leaking soil pipe, which is leaking down the internal stairwell wall, and flooding the close entry. So wading through raw sewage to get home not my idea of fun. Chap the two flats on the first floor and ask them if they have a leak? "No leaky leaky, no no no thank you" and "Naw hen, nae us like" did not meet with t'kept-wifey seal of responsible home ownership, so I phoned the factors this morning, who give them thier due, were out in the space of a few hours.

Then I went to Morrisons. At lunchtime on way back from uni, full of ANNOYING SCHOOLIES. I remember the days when like the skinny lassies on the bench outside, lunch was a chocolate bar, and a doughnut and I didn't weigh 456 stone. Not now. Colour me bitter.

Just watched a shitty film with t'husband. Ironed uniforms and off to bed soon.

Driving lessons going well, reversing around corners, although the use of "reference points" is confusing me. Apparently "knowing where you are" is a male trait, ad "unusual" in women. I don't care. The stickers on the back window confuse me.

Meeting mum on Wednesday to take her out to this M&S outlet store thats opened in Paisley, and maybe to the cinema too with t'husband.

Nothing very exciting from me I'm afraid, no real drama. No no drama. You don't want no drama drama...