Mice in this flat. I've been hearing suspcious scratching the past couple of days and then tonight I saw a mouse. Possibly mice.

It could be all of the cardboard boxes I have lying around. But there's no food in them. I don't know.

Anyway, I'm looking for a new flat starting tomorrow. This place is a dump anyway and the scumbag landlord doesn't fix anything.

I'm looking for something nearby. Everything seems to be in the £700-800 range. I'm paying £600 here, I think.

But the properties I'm looking at are the "executive flat" type. And I paid £700/month when I was living in London. And I make £200/day at least. So...£800 is no problem. I mean...if £600 is no problem, why would £800 be? That just means I have to work one extra day. I work like three days a week on average. I just advertise more and I'll get more work.

But yeah, fuck this shit. No way am I living here with mice. Even without the mice I was going to leave after Christmas.

And these flats look nice. Historic buildings. Own balconies. Tumble driers. Great.

Anyway, I'm not sleeping tonight.