Where I talk about absolutely nothing at all

All these out of season events are starting to confuse me. Traditionally I'm easily confused and some use me as a barometer of trouble ahead. I'm the canary down a deep and dank hole, and while I mean that in the metaphorical sense of the word (it would be ridiculous to describe me literally as a canary) the dark clouds gathering overhead are at least as ominous and a large and deep hole. Not that I want to give the impression that I've been down many holes. I've dug a few - metaphoric again - but never any with a spade. Unless I'm planting something. Or burying Robert the Demented flatmate. We won't be hearing from him anytime soon.

Well, yes we will. He doesn't want to move. I know I've talked about this before and Robert is quickly becoming a bit of an institution between all of us. But I want out of that freaky little thing he calls a life. And yes, I am being an intolerable not-so-little prat. But I don't care anymore. He agreed to go (and was happy to go) when Claire talked to him before he went up to the hippy Christian music festival (I thought he was going with a group of mates but he went by himself and spent most of the time there by himself - I feel quite sad about that actually. He's definitely braver than me. That's not why I'm sad, however). But now he's back and is complaining about having to move out (he claimed Claire had told him he had to freaking months!!). Grr. I think it's time we called in the big fella and get Tim to clear him out.

Claire is going to start up a new (rival) blog. I'm a little worried about this because I like my targets to be soft and unable to hit back. Soon she will have the technology and I will have to be nice to her. That's not one of my strong suits. So now I'm looking for another target. Charlie springs to mind, but I'm afraid I'll crush him like the (tall) puny white guy that he is. I'm not even considering picking Hayley because she'll crush me alive like and itty bitty fly in a Venus fly trap. Nic and Tim both have blogs and could wage a cunning war of attrition. Corey has his friends power poll and might one day actually do something about it. Ben has a blog in theory which means he might one day actually write something in it (you heard me right, red leader). Fi could so kick my ass and is probably looking for a reason to do so, so I'm not going to give her that reason. Sarah doesn't have a blog but a proper website and I'm sure she can get some legally ambiguous photos of me on her website (she said she was 16!). You can see my problem.

But the blog should definitely start getting interesting. Yvette and Michelle move in on the 6th(!?!) and we've told Robert he can have until the 18th.

I've forgotten the out of season events that are confusing me. Except the weather. There is an odd comfort in that.