You probably don't know that I live temporarly with Jazz because I haven't found a flat for myself. I'm basically looking for everything, a job, a flat and who knows what else.
So every time something breaks Jazz freaks out and asks: "What did you do???????" To tell the truth I managed to pull down the tube in the bathroom, which holds the bath curtain, but it wasn't fixed in any way between the walls, so this doesn't count really. Anyway, today Jazz saw that the oven door is weird and apparently it was broken and as I baked yesterday, the first question was: "What have you done with the door?" Letting landlord know that we broke the oven didn't seem the best idea, so we decided to try fixing the door. Much swearing and some shiiiiit, including admitting the fact that why either of us doesn't have a boyfriend, who could probably easily fix it. After using a pen and scissors we managed to get the door back. Both happy about how smart we are Jazz touched the door and it went the way it was before, so we were back in the beginning. Attempt number 2, back sitting on the floor to see what went wrong and amazingly we pushed the right thing to the right hole and everything was ok. So the door is fixed and we feel like bros. Who needs men anyway? :D
Emma
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