Had an absolutely brilliant day at #work today, and got home, tired but happy, to find on the kitchen counter, from the estate agent, a notice to vacate letter. F*** you, you f***ing f***s! You can't let me have one nice day where I feel like a valued member of society without reminding me that I'm powerless and, from the perspective of the powerful, worthless. To paraphrase John Lennon, how do you sleep, you c***s? I may not know where I'm going to be doing it a month or two from now, but I sleep very f***ing soundly for somebody as morally compromised as I am, but not remotely at the level of a landlord or estate agent.