Scraped some weird substance off the 'balcony'. I really don't know where it comes from, it's like a lot of matted hair and mud... No doubt full of lung-rotting asthma-aggravating spores from outer space and stuff.
Just had a really annoying event over a bag of dodgy chicken thighs, too.
The bloke from the flat opposite buzzed me and said did I want some, he bought too many. No thanks, says I, thinking Ewww!, but R might...(I only forgot that she doesn't have a working fridge or freezer at present...) A few minutes later, I'm buzzed again. This time, it's R with the fucking great sack of condemned flesh. Please can I hold on to it...So now I'm polluting my tiny freezer space. I'm actually cooking a few of them for the cat, just to get them gone. I don't mind having cooked meat in the fridge, but the raw stuff really makes me heave, and the smell of it cooking...Gah-