how the fuck did you get away with an insurance inspector in the loft with your grow??? aye gaffa tape fixes all like.
roll on feb for me too
iwth a healthy dose of FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!
set my alarm for 10:35, he turned up a few hours before that with 20 minutes notice. jumped into loft, unplugged all fans, lights, piled boxes and duvets and beanbags across the way etc, hid all totes soils etc, then ran around like a madman with a tin of airwick when i realised that without the extractor on my bedroom stank to high heaven of gange, issue ebing roof access is across my bed outta the window. so sat on the front porch in the snow chainsmoking till he arrived so i could talk him out of a highly detailed inspection before he was in the flat
as to a birthday present, persoanlly speaking, but bear in mind i'm a boring bastard, unless i've asked for something specific, then yeah, money for me, so i can buy something i need or want, as opposed to just accepting some random thing someone thinks you might like
girls are querky though, might want to throw some shoes or something in with the cash