THAT'S RIGHT: NO NIGHTMARES last night.
They've probably been having one of their mega crack sessions in on eo fthe other rooms as every time I woke in the night (which is alwyas frequently) I heard Jamaican voices hollering. At one point there was almighty crash-banging at my door. I let this go on for three minutes, cussing self for not wearing EARPLUGS, which you need in my house, believe. Laundretta was at my door saying: "Oh please will you let me in again because Matran's got my key." I checked the time. It was 4:50am. She was coming back in an hour and could she phone me when she needed to get back in? No because my phone doesn't work. I slammed my door. She was only going out to "do" a "punter" anyhow.
You can't put our front door on the latch: there isn't one. It has to be a Yale-type lock cos of fire regs. So all you can do is leave it ajar. Which ain't so unusual as it's been kicked in so very many times. We had a wide-swinging lockless front door for about three months out of the past year. If not longer. Yes that's right. When I took up blogging about two months ago my own front door had no lock whatsoever. Hadn't done for weeks. And was simply hanging mournfully open 24-7. But nobody DARED cause any trouble from outside. So I wasn't that bothered about it.
Anyhow Laundretta's gone. Now it is a drab Sunday pm. I don't know whether I'm going to Mother Hubbard's for lunch as our mutual friend PASCAL stirred so much "muck" between us earlier in the week (I'd said I had only £10 which was true. I could not afford to give half of it away. Not for the unwanted luxury of waiting on a dealer in someone else's house. This git TOLD her all this.)
So I don't know what I'm doing today. I think I'll stay in and eat bread and hummous.
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