I MADE OVEN-READY FISH AND CHIPS at 7am... but the fish was the cheapest breaded cuts of pollack (and only 47% there...) and the chips got burned... all in all it was like school dinners when you're on last sittings... very reheated and not very nice. The fresh tomato salad that went next to it went some way to redeeming the situation ...
For the past few days we've had a schizophrenic crackhead sleeping on our stairs. This is the black lady who's about 60 and has crack lung. She took me for a total innocent, so when I asked for a bit the other day (came out of my room and there she is smoking) she didn't believe I even knew what the stuff was called. Then she put on four whopping great pipes, probably hoping I'd be vomiting everywhere. But I had a lovely time ~ so har!
Last night she knocked on my door at about 3am. I was awake anyway and so not really annoyed. She was obviously off on one, rambling all over the place with paranoia and irrelevancies, asking the most intrusive questions about my life yet telling me to mind my own business if I dared ask about hers. She offered me sexual favours in return for sleeping in my room but I told her to sleep in her own. This she will not do either because (1) some paranoid idea tells her there's a ghost in there or something like that (she kind of hinted at this) or (2) she's actually got chucked out (which she also hinted at last time we spoke) and is just using our hallway as a dosshouse, which wouldn't surprise me at all. I knew someone who was sleeping for several weeks in the upstairs bathroom of a house share. Because nobody knew each other very well in the house, nobody quite twigged that this constantly occupied bathroom (with strange white smoke coming from under the door..!) was actually inhabited by a crack-addict prostitute who spent the other half her time accruing "business" up the high road...
O well enough of the sordid stuff, I'd better go. It's a lovely sunny day now but man! It was raining cats and dogs earlier. Take it easy everyone!
CHRIS DE BURGH: LADY IN RED
The Lady in Red blog reminded me of this tune... and isn't it amazing..?
Even people who cannot speak English have come up to him and said (through an interpreter, I'd assume) that though they could not understand the words ever bit of emotion comes through... and of course it does...
Profiles in Recovery - I will write something "real" soon... but in the mean time there is this. It's "real" but it's recycled. Lol Much love and care to all.... Annette
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