Cunts. I had a lovely little surprise waiting for me when I got home today. A letter with "delivered by hand"* emblazoned on it from the owners of the building in which I currently dwell informing me** (and everyone else who lives here) that we have two months to get the fuck out. No reasons given whatsoever, although it doesn't exactly take a genius to work out that they finally realised they can make even more money by kicking the long-standing tenants out, and bringing in new ones at inflated rents. Not that I'm a cynical man, oh no, not me...
So yeah, great, I finally start to put the last few months of stress and aggravation behind me and now this fucking shit. Argh.
*Which, over here anyway, generally means trouble.
**Not personally you understand, a fucking form letter, signed p.p., gotta love that individual touch