September 25, 2011

Sunday - Sunny

Not a great day.

Yesterday I had the really stupid idea to get up and make breakfast at home for a change on Sunday. I already had pancake mix, so I needed an egg and some other things to cook with it.

This morning I got up and F had just come back from his mother’s when I started to put things together. First thing is always to get the table halfway cleared off, as someone junks it up with his stuff. That done, I put out plates and cutlery, set the table with stuff we’d need.

I asked F to translate the ingredients needed on the pancake bag, of course he translated everything. I didn’t want the method done as a) it’s pancake mix and b) it’s Japanese so there’d be some stupid thing that I’d ignore anyway in it. He translated it all. Grr. Not helping. So, I cooked bacon, then made the pancakes, made tea and got no help whatsoever. Not even the offer of help, even when I burned myself. So impressive.

Anyway, I’m not exactly sure what I said to make F angry, but he climbed up on the island with the sink in it and then jumped off because I was blocking his exit and he left.

Sadly he came back a few hours later and then went to bed. I tried to make up with him, but he was still being a jerk so I left off. He left the apartment around 6, didn’t tell me where he was going and then came back a bit later with a broken cellphone. I was hoping it was permanently broken, but he got it working again.

I decided around 8 that I was going to go out for dinner and he tried to invite himself along. I wasn’t exactly happy or gracious at the thought so he stayed home. I went over to Grado and had a lovely pasta dish. I was the only customer in the place and I can’t say how much I enjoyed having dinner by myself. No need to worry if anyone else was enjoying themselves or sacrificing their food happiness for mine. Just me and my dinner. Lovely.

I went home and then he went out and got himself some food. I’m not sure what he brought home, but he had one of the stinkiest fish ever. I had to open the balcony window just to be able to breathe.

He’s gone to bed now, and good bloody riddance to him as my mum would have said.

Tomorrow he’s back and work and I have the day off. I may go and see a movie, or I may stay home. I’m not really sure. I hope that I enjoy myself because after today’s nastiness I certainly deserve it. Night.