Last night I went to bed at 11pm in the vain hope of falling asleep. It went like this:
23:20 - drunk arseholes out of the pub, playing footie with tin cans in the street and fighting. Got half dressed, went downstairs and told them to fuck off home (screamed actually)
They were so surprised that they actually did. Well, very large, angry half naked man with a hunting knife... wouldn't you?
12:00 - dried off my feet, went back to bed
12:40 - ducks screaming while being killed by foxes (wouldn't you?)
01:15 - Crying outside. Human crying that is. And yelling. Got dressed. Went downstairs. Turns out a mum had gone out with son and daughter, got wrecked and fallen over in our front yard. Sorted them out, dried my feet again, went to bed.
02:00 - Can't sleep, but determined not to post
02:30 - Still can't sleep. Watch a rerun of 'One Foot In The Grave'
03:15 - Settle down to sleep. Then the foxes and ducks start again
03:30 - Put on headphones to listen to music. All I can get out of then is a scratching sound. F**king Orang Utans again.
04:00 - Manage to sort out headphones but hear a loud rustling outside.
04:15 - Still can't work out what it is, but must be f**king ginger.
04:30 - Lying there awake, far too hot for an hour.
04:45 - Manage to nod off.
05:30 - Knocking on my door. Get up, no one there.
06:00 - Manage to doze off again.
06:44 - Text received.
06:47 - Sigh, get up, make a cup of tea, start work.
