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Last night I made two batches of cupcakes to take to Rosy's birthday celebrations. Two batches of 12 nicely put in a tin in my cupboard for me to ice today - one lot of chocolate, one plain.
Took out the tin just now and some thieving bastard has taken one of the chocolate ones. At a rough guess, this will be freak boy flatmate, he has form. WHO DOES THAT?! It's not like I don't bake for the house, but when I do it's left in a tin on the table, not tucked away in my cupboard. That's generally a sign that the contents are not for sharing. I'm out of all reason furious.
I am so telling the landlord all this kind of thing if he asks why I'm moving out.
Took out the tin just now and some thieving bastard has taken one of the chocolate ones. At a rough guess, this will be freak boy flatmate, he has form. WHO DOES THAT?! It's not like I don't bake for the house, but when I do it's left in a tin on the table, not tucked away in my cupboard. That's generally a sign that the contents are not for sharing. I'm out of all reason furious.
I am so telling the landlord all this kind of thing if he asks why I'm moving out.