Don't call me Nymphadora. It's Tonks. (tonksadora) wrote in manor_journals, @ 2011-03-15 09:27:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
So, I know I shouldn't've gotten used to how "lovely" things were here, but... well, I did, dammit. Maybe that makes me shite at my job, but I'll blame the fact that I've had two months off work.
Is this just how it's going to be now? We don't get our nice, cushy beds anymore, just a big old pile of rocks, and a continued nagging worry that something else will just happen in a few weeks or months? If it is I think I'm ready to go home now. That's really nice. Whoever brought us here had to have known the area was prone to these sorts of things, so why are we just being left to fend for ourselves?
I feel like we should try to be doing something about it but I don't even know where we'd start.