This is war

We have a guest staying in our house. She is very quiet and she doesn't bother us much as she is mostly active at night but she does have a problem with going to the toilet around the kitchen.

She is a mouse and I have named her Tinkerbell (no idea if she is female but I feel better this way)

We don't see her much, just every so often, but occasionally I find her droppings in the cupboard under the sink and I sometimes hear her in, what I think, is the ceiling.

The other day my housemate saw her in the bathroom upstairs. I genuinely do not know who got more of a fright, him or the mouse, but after a surprisingly girly shriek he came to let me know.

That was the end of it.

Lying in bed all I could think was that Tinkerbell was in my room (it is next to the bathroom) and every sound was her creeping up in to my bed and every itch on my body was her running over me.

I'm not sure if it was the idea of a mouse touching me or just the general shock of the idea of someone (thing) being in my bed as it has been so long but whatever it was I have now declared a personal vendetta against Tinkerbell.

We are starting with humane traps and if those don't work we are moving on to poison.

But by these words I swear that this will be the end of Tinkerbell freeloading in my house. She should not have crossed the boundary.

Now it is war.

Always look on the bright side of life

I must apologise for my recent current bad moods and general listlessness, this can be attributed to one of my housemates and her constant negative mood.

It really is starting to affect me in so many ways.

1) I don't want to come home at night if I know she is home and my other housemate is not

2) It is making me uncomfortable in my own home as she barely talks at all and when she does she just moans

3) She is just so negative about everything that it starts to bring me down too

4) It is starting to make me resent her and dislike her in general which is a pity cause we've been living together for almost 3 years really well.

Now I know she is going through a hard time. I know she is depressed. I know that she feels trapped in London and really wants to go to Australia. I know that she is lonely as many of her friends have left London.

I know all of this.

But what I don't know or can't get is why she isn't trying to do anything about it.

You aren't happy in your life? You try to make it better. You're lonely? You pick up a hobby and try to meet people. You hate your job? You start actively looking for a new one. You're depressed? You don't go out drinking and getting absolutely hammered 3 or 4 times a week as that just generally does not help with depression.

Hang on, if you can afford to go out on the piss 3 or 4 times a week how can you complain about being broke? Just put that money aside and I'm sure in a couple of months you'd have enough for a plane ticket to Aus - just sort out the rest in the mean time.

I can't stand people who don't actively try and better their lives. It drives me mental. I want to slap her. Hard. I want her to stop complaining and moaning about everything and actually get off of her arse and do something about it.

Otherwise I might kill her.

Housemate: Oh god, I can't believe this weather. It just upsets me so much. I can't stand rain. I hate it. Man this country is just so crap!

Miss M: Oi, we can't do anything about the weather so don't let it get to you! There is plenty to do even when it is raining.

Housemate: Ya but I just want to go surfing and I can't. I hate it. I hate this place. There is nothing to do.

Miss M: You can surf, just go to Cornwall. There is loads of surfing there.

Housemate: It's too expensive. I can't afford it. I hate my job. I don't make enough money.

Miss M: SO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!

Housemate: Whatever

I. Really. Might. Kill. Her.