I moved back, I chose Birmingham
But no crafty housemates instead I get a freaky one.
Yesterday my housemate who listens at the walls, measure her washing up liquid, shows me her thermal underwear- when she's wearing it, claims not to go out because she's psychic and sings hymms at full volume at 5am piled all the furniture in the front hall blocking the front door and yelled at me for not praying with her
it was the last straw.
I'm now trying to find accomodation away from this freakshow.