but nothing ever happens

Another Sunday, another journey back to London.

5.20pm arrive back at the flat to find that there is a full-on rave, complete with smoke machine, glow sticks, flashing lights, neon skirts and DJ (still) going on in the basement flat next door. This is the same flat that twice in the last month has had it's door bashed down by the fire brigade in order to retrieve some people/bodies so the police can bundle them into ambulances.

5.40 - leave for church.

5.51 - arrive at church even though it takes 20 minutes to get there.

Have "church".
While at the Old Dairy witter on about bad "Christian music", and about housing.

9.15 ish - walk back home past the above mentioned basement flat. The rave is over, there remains a lone old fat man watching the TV.
9.16 - get back to the kitchen. Find there is no bread OR milk. Love the flatmates' logic (but my way is not the only way). Also find my bottle of unopened wine, open, and empty.
Shall I mention it? Shall I be generous?

9.40 - go to Tesco.
9.50 - home. Find milk in the flat, on the side next to the oven. In addition, find the Philidelphia on the hob (turned off). Not exactly where I would have stored those items.

But, as I am trying to learn,
My way is not the only way.