Oh dear. I really thought that would be the end of it. I thought that The Twat would bugger off back to his happy little life and leave me alone. But no. It appears that my sister finally came to her senses and got rid of the idiot. (Not that her and I speak now of course, despite Mum's best efforts.)

I know this because he was banging my door down about an hour ago trying to convince me to let him in. I didn't of course, if I had I might have ended up throwing a roast chicken at him. (I'm making dinner for some friends tonight.)

So the somewhat mumbled conversation went a bit like this:

"Poppy, let me in. We have to talk. Poppy?"

"No. Fuck off."

"Poppy come on. I just want to talk to you. I'm not leaving until you open the door. You have to open the door at some point. You can't stay in there forever."

"Yes I can! You can't make me talk to you!" (Can I stay in the flat forever? Is that part of the new plan? Maybe not.)

"Pop-"

"... go away! I have a giant meat cleaver and I will use it if I have to, you cheating twat!"

He went after that.

Which is a shame as I actually really wanted to talk to him.

Flickr image from Lollyknit's photostream.