It's christmas time. London is lost in fog, the gym was close today!!! It's only me and Mr. Gray (That's howI call our mice) in the house todat. He was having spaghetti today, I could smell it but was to lazy to cook some or even ask him for a bit. Bastard is not paying for the gas bill but having party all the time. I don't think he takes shower that often. I have good evidence, his hole smells like feet! I wonder what he hinks of me...