Played mum again today; email from a T throwing toys out of the pram saying that for the last week and a half the music from either up, down or sideways stairs has been rave pumpin all night, and she’s a YP, and has to work, etc etc, totally fair enough. Knew instantly who it was, a new T, young, excitable and wanting to party all night. Unfortunately for him he didn’t answer his phone I called his work and they told me he’d rung in sick today, errrrrr that’ll be cause he was up til 2am partying then?!
So I had to be Mrs Landlord Mum and make the whole ‘sense of responsibility to fellow T’s’ call, and it seemed to be well received…. but we will see.
Mad busy day chasing taps, sorting tax, paying bills, organising builders on Linen Luxe without a minute to spare; so much guilt at what I couldn’t fit in, but having to accept even I can’t magic hours out of nowhere. I bloody try though. Had to relax with a pm two hr session of Dexter Series 3, only 1 ep to go, the Trim Tree killer is on the loose…..
Well, I thought that was the end of the night, til Rip Rap rang a bit freaked saying a loony T from next door (not ours) had been over shouting we’d nicked his wheelie bins, tipping ours over (full) and generally causing mayhem. Now, I am a reasonable sort. Ok, i’m not! Are you, when someone freaks your 69yr old dad out?! 11pm, in car, over there, wound up ready…..he wasn’t in!!!!
As Arnie says….. I’ll. Be. Back.
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