I am having a tough day.

This morning a number of couples rang the doorbell at 11 am and wanted to see the flat. Apparently, a viewing had been scheduled with all of them but no estate agent has been scheduled. I guess that is why no one told me they were coming. After showing the place to people, I went in the garden to discover the fences and the table had blown over. The place was a mess. Brilliant.

Then I try to call my husband who is apparently staying with someone for the weekend. He told me that an estate agent just called and they said that they were bringing someone by. Apparently, being hungover and frustrated by them not having anyone show people around at 11, meant that he was unwilling to deal with them. He put the phone down on the person. Great, so now ther 12:30 appointment is cancelled. Does he not know we are trying to sell this house and someone not viewing is a bad thing. ASS! I am starting to hate him.

Then to round off things, I go in the back garden and try to fix the fencing situation. The fence is completely rotten and I cannot get it to stay up. The neighbors came out of their flat and talked to me. We agreed that tomorrow we would all head to the Hardware Store and buy new fencing and then put it in. I tell Adam that we are going to do all this tomorrow at 11 and he complains about the time. I am doing everything and he has one obligation and he gets annoyed with it. I cannot wait to have him out of my life.