Visiting hours, are when I'm home.

Just a few more things to get organised
in my new house now,
internet,
tv,
post box,
general waste bin,
hairdressers to stop smoking in my garden.

I can't wait to go home,
still haven't come down from
stress of waking up late this morning.
My routine is all out of whack.

Spilt my drink on A's desk,
my coffee on E's sleeve
and the floor.

Called the real estate,
apparently I can tell the smoking girls
myself
to stop smoking.

Little problem with being unable
to confront people I don't know,
I might just put a No Smoking sign in my window.

I need a cigarette.