Last Christmas I was out in a club in Soho, and since it was Christmas they had a guy dressed as Santa, and a room dressed up as a grotto, and people got invited in and given a big stocking full of stuff like CDs and sweets and whatever. Well, in my bag was a novelty plastic penis, which despite being plastic, could easily look like a full-on dildo to the untrained eye.
When I moved house in May, it had found its way into my suitcase, despite me not remembering packing it.. For whatever reason, at some point i threw it up on top of some cabinets in my bedroom and pretty much forgot about it. So today I've been packing my stuff ready for moving house again.
So my shit is all packed, and off I go, leaving this house forever and heading to the new house. I'm sat in the new house, felling pretty good about life, when I talk on MSN with one of the guys we lived with until a few hours ago. And he is basically saying that the landlord has been round to the old house to check all is well, and all is indeed well until he gets to my room, and looks around a bit, checking everything is all good. Which it is, until he checks the tops of the cabinets and sees A GREAT BIG PLASTIC DICK staring him in the face. Whoops.
I completely forgot about it, and hadn't noticed because these cabinets are so high up, and I didn't even think to check up there. And because of this, he is saying he won't give the deposit back. Which is bollocks, but he is a twat.
So now I feel like a dick [so to speak]. And I have to see the ex-flatmate tomorrow, who already doesn't like me, and now thinks I am some huge freak. I hate my life.