Moh.
Bob has been at me again. I thought I was having a fairly pro-active day. I cleaned the kitchen this morning and then started on some revision for my upcoming exams (start on Thursday 
) After a while, I wanted some lunch so I began to make it. At the same time, Bob was doing the washing, after spending the morning on his laptop.
I don't quite remember how it started, however, our conversation became a argument. We were talking about our half-decorated house. Bob was saying how I don't do anything to contribute. I replied by saying my exams were starting soon and I needed to revise. Which he took to mean, and I quote, "Get your fucking finger out of your arse and do it yourself"
I don't know why he thinks I would be so selfish as to not help to decorate the house. Has he forgotten I gave up my entire halfterm to paint the upstairs bedrooms? That I organised a day for my friends to come round and help me? I really do want to help. I really do what to help him feel less sad and depressed at the state of things. But he did say to me after we finally moved in this new house, "Revise hard. I don't want this move to jepordise your exams".
It seems I can't win.
Wow, two blogs in one day. You lucky lucky people.
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