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I have come home and found a piece of the furniture from my flat in the landing. It is a small foldaway table that lives in the hallway and came with the flat, so I do not own it, but we kept a few bits and bobson it, and used it essentially as a key table.

I do not know if the landlord/lady came and moved this table when Richie was here, at which point that is annoying but okay, as it wasn't in the inventory and we sort of hoped they didn't know it was here. And Richie should have left a note. All I can think, though, is that they've let themselves in while we were out and wheeled it out, possibly for use in the flat upstairs that they've just acquired which is freaking me the fuck out, in the tearful and slightly tight-chested way.

Happy fucking birthday to me. Having spent all day in work vaguely losing the will to live (as per usual for work, to be fair) plus now this has sort of taken away from the sparkle of the day and people sending me nice text messages/FB messages and generally being fabulous human beings. I really hope Richie has just failed to leave a note as otherwise I am going to phone the number I have for the landlady during my lunchbreak tomorrow and lose my shit. They have thus far been fairly tolerable as property owners; let's hope I have made a terrible error on this one.

I am going to go and take a bath with the keys stuck in the door on the inside and possibly have a large glass of wine too.

[eta: Richie moved it at the request of the landlady. Which means am annoyed at him but no longer freaked out. Statement re: wine remains true.]