False Hope

Earlier tonight I was watching my new television (QI on Dave) feeling relieved that the reception had finally settled down and I was at least able to watch a couple of channels. Then, in came my flat mate, who is based in the room next to mine, and - BLAM - there went my reception. My television sounded like Norman Collier's unfunny brother!
As long as he is in his room, which like me he always is when he is at home, then I have terrible reception on my television. Yet another reason to want to move out.

My landlord came and told me that the new landlord should be in within a couple of weeks. Hoorah?!?
And then commented on how the handle on my door was falling off. I had actually mentioned it to him about 2 months ago when it happened, and he repeatedly had told me to look for the screw that had fallen out of it (thus loosening it) and that he would get it fixed if I couldn't. I guess it is the alcohol that had made him forget that he already knew about the door handle!