Practice was rough today. Sometimes I think that Jones has gone nutters, I know she has to be close to losing her damn mind, but fuck, she completely flipped out when one of the reserves dropped the quaffle today. We've been running new drills and formations all week, and Hughes broke her wrist last week, so Jones brought some of the reserves in to get them used to the new drills. Honestly, the whole team's having trouble with the new material she's come up with, it's brilliant, but then she expects the reserves to be perfect and she freaks out when they're not. Shite, there's a reason that she's captain for the Harpies, I've never heard a woman scream so much. Merlin, if I didn't love her and the team I'd be signing somewhere else. At least we're the best.
But I have to deal with practice, and then I come home and my flat and the place is shite. The plumbing's shot to hell, and Merlin knows that I can't do a household cleaning charm to save my life, so it's pretty inconvenient. So today, when I got home from practice and the shower wouldn't work, I decided to try to get out of the place. That's right ladies and gentlemen, my flat's on the market. Any takers now? You've not even heard the worst about the toilet or the sewage. I'm kidding about that, but it's pretty miserable when you come home and you can't even get water to come out of the shower, hot or cold. So, here's the announcement you've all been waiting for: I'm going to invest in a better place! I'm open to suggestions for locations, but don't think that I'll be shacking up with any of you sorry sods that are likely to read this thing.