Friday, 12th May 2023.
Is it summer? I hadn’t noticed. Spring even? FUBAR!
Past winds batter me every day. What’s wrong with the future?
L-Bobs left the front door wide open last night. I could have been killed in my sleep. Would it have been a bad thing?
Today, I’m in Slough. Working at Lego. This is the office with nicer people. Unlike the one in London. Free coffee, cheap breakfast/lunch.
Hopefully, I’ll cruise the job, as I have to go to the Guv’s. Sort out the van for tomorrow and get my car back. It has been in his driveway for 2 weeks!
Home now. I’ve done what I needed to be done. L-Bobs has his girlfriend here. I made them dinner. I’m trying to be a good parent. Not the moody, alcoholic, self-loathing wanker we all know I am.
She is probably to scared to talk to me, apart from the “Thank you’s”, and “Hiya’s”……….I’m a cunt. I know that. I became my own father very easily.
I wish “YOU” were here. You would make it…..?……..ok.
There is always tomorrow…….
Saturday, 13th May 2023.
There is only one reason to be in London before 7am. That’s because you’ve been here all night. Any other reason,you’re a fucking loser!
I’m a fucking loser.
15:04
Home, but shattered. I’ve just sat down with a beer and started watching an Attenborough about frogs fucking. Quite interesting/amusing.
Once upon a time, there was a boy. All he ever wanted was to be loved by someone. Not just any someone, but one of the ones he loved. It was never meant to be. He tried to substitute it with others, but it never made him happy.
Perhaps, he was never meant to be happy?
Sunday, 14th May 2023.
I’m much more positive today. I woke up and got “adulting” immediately. Done my washing. Visited the parents. Visited Carter. Done the washing up. It’s only 11:51!
Sweet.
I think I’ll have a shave!
I haven’t shaved yet, but I’ve made chilli,…or am in the process. I’m gonna watch a bit of this:
Yep. A lovely Sunday afternoon watching Withnail, drinking whisky and beer, whilst writing complaint emails about the people downstairs. Life couldn’t be better!(Yes, of course, I know it could be.)
I used to like it when people complained normally.
“Wouldn’t it be nice, to get on with me neighbours, but they make it very clear, they’ve got no room for ravers!”
16:56
I’m gonna have to wake L-Bobs up for dinner. I’m starving(not literally). Goldfinger is on. Nice……
I just woke him, and gave him a 30 minute timer. I WANT MY CHILLI!
Ok. Chilli done. L-Bobs woke, looking like a car wreck. Those were the days, ay! When you’re more testicles than brain. Good times. I’m now only waiting for the mobile phones I ordered my parents to turn up. They don’t want them, but it’s peace of mind for me and my sister. At least we can track them.
Roll on tomorrow, and the shitstorm I have probably got myself into, with the many complaint emails I have sent to the housing association.
I have nothing left to lose.