... or not?
My life is in constant query.
The noisy, nuisance neighbour ~ who really did take nuisance to extremes with swearing and brawls in our hallway, ten or more guests arriving at once at 3am, 4am, 5am. People chatting endlessly on mobile phones outside my door. Wrong door buzzers ringing. Stones thrown at windows (mine being at the front ~ lovely.) Bad attitudes. Total disrespect for fellow housemates. He forgot his key once and smashed in the huge glass front door pane (British houses are notoriously low security, even in 2010)... then had the cheek to say "someone on the street did it". Endless, endless nuisance. Ever since they've been in that room ~ an entire gang of them ~ we've had police "happening to be" strolling up and down our street or driving past, whereas I hardly ever saw police before. They're even alleged to have burgled the neighbours. Police were round for ages after that one. Scum scum scum.
Now the room is empty ~ MOST of the time.
Only on Friday, when I thought we were fine and free and RID of these idiots ~ about 25 of them AGAIN are in the room. For one hour. Then nothing.
Nobody has called by. None of his little gangbang friends call round now.
He was there yesterday for about half an hour.
I'm hoping these brief visits mean he's emptied his stuff and moved on. But that might be too good to be true.
Could just be he's in trouble with police and hiding out elsewhere.
I know he hasn't gone for good, because his (probably stolen) mountain bike is in our hall still.
When that's gone and he's gone and someone else is in that room who is QUIET and never talks to anyone... then, finally, I might be happy on THAT score.
Until that impossible date, I'm not counting any more chickens ~ until well and truly HATCHED!!
Phooey! - Husband has lost weight on holiday while I have put on far too many pounds. Not a happy bunny. But I enjoyed it all.
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