Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The Untimely Return of Mrs Fillyjonk





In my last post I misjudged the power of Mrs Fillyjonk's prophecy.

We got a phonecall yesterday to inform us that, despite telling us that the flat in Bevendean was ours to rent, giving us the forms, and most importantly, making us put £300 deposit down on it, the agents had given it to someone else. Fuckers. So our little dream place has vanished as quickly as it came.

Oh Mrs Fillyjonk. I bow down to your wisdom, and worship at the altar of disaster!

1 comment:

Jonathan said...

I am furious on your behalf. I hope you're taking the cunts to court.