OR, MY DREAMS OF A SIMPLE SOLO AND FAB TIME ARE SHATTERED.
All I want for is LOTS of festive food and shitloads of good wine. No company but some choir music and books, a few nuts and some excellent dark chocolate. Maybe a walk in the woods at some point while it’s quiet. I’ll poke my beak out the door to look at some point but basically seeing as I can’t fly , my wings clipped again by lack of finance I must improvise. It’s all terribly sad really but one make the most of being brassic and not in a beautiful exotic land far away from the madding idiots and the ugly tawdry baubles and LED lights blinding you.
In previous years I left a key out for Santa but even he doesn’t get an invite to let himself in these days. I’m very solo in everything, or so I thought.
The neighBours from hell.
The new neighbours had different ideas. They had gradually started being a lot louder and had prevented me from sleeping much before midnight every day by having their kids up till late. This sounds small but the party wall is next to their staircase, and they also decided to rip up all the carpeting in the house that had been newly laid for them. Along with the autistic boys screeching syndrome we had a recipe for disaster.
I had called noise before the yo ho ho set in and this had infuriated my new neighbour who had objected to being complained about and become very belligerent to him. What followed was textbook retaliation and they upped the anti by having a very unreasonably loud time especially encouraging their kids and their kids mates to play loud thumping games on their stairwell and landing. Before long I was sleeping in the spare bedroom and the front room was unusable. My nerves were shattered and I was very tearful and very trapped. the day after boing day I’d had enough and knocked at their door. The nasty dialogue that ensued had me shaking and weeping . I retreated and was on tranquilisers for the net two days.
SAVING THE BROKEN HOLIDAY.
Although they went quiet after I couldn’t get back into the mood and threw out my festive pies and all the merry food treats and took away the small decorations that I had bothered with. I started my no drinking early and did a spring sort out before the new year even. War however had been declared and I sent off a desperate email to the Soho Housing. Although I knew they wouldn’t get it until the following week. It was cathartic and much needed. Now my new year is on a warlike grounding and I will report in soon.
SAVING BROKEN COMPUTER
My laptop is not working either, a small group of letters wont type and I’m depending on predictive which wont always predict .That’s why I’m sounding weird and stilted. It’s amazing how unimaginative AI is about it’s understanding of what you actually mean without the third, fourth and fifth letters of the bottom row. (you notice that I got around that problem in a sneaky human way)
Anyway it’s getting to be a bore now so I’m going to get it looked at in the next few days and will be back with you with a proper happy and normal post to lift your spirits and make everything ok again as is my usual jolly manner. Sorry to be a bore and kisses
Old Bird Travels Solo! 