Finding the dead pigeon on my balcony was the deciding factor. I realised I didn't really want to live here anymore. It was hunched in the corner like a sulky teenager, with its face to the wall. I yelped and jumped like a girly and ran away, shuddering and going 'Urgh! urgh! urgh!'
I mean, a pigeon - not a sparrow, not a mouse - a huge fucking rat of the air, dead and decomposing on my balcony - why my balcony? There are 5 fucking storeys and countless blocks on this estate, why did it choose to shuffle off this mortal coil on mine? You've got to admit, it's not auspicious. And the hell-hounds barked from 5.00 pm til 10.00 pm yesterday, but the Noise Service closes at 5.00 pm. Then they started up again at 7.00 am, and by the time the noise officer phoned me back it was 10.15 am and they'd stopped 10 minutes ago. I feel a bit dizzy and light-headed and not in the mood for coping with winged vermin.
(By now I'm on first name terms with various people on the housing association out of hours ASBO line, Hackney Environmental Health and the local branch of the RSPCA. I'm developing a nervous twitch and bursting into tears on public transport, never a good sign. STOP THE NOISES!!! JUST MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP! I can only conclude that I was a terrible person in a past life and am receiving just punishment in this one.)
So I did what I always do in a crisis, and rang bad Sarah - 'Why is my life so rubbish? Where is a MAN? Why do I always have to deal with this shit all by myself?' Men, what are they good for but giving you orgasms and getting dead pigeons off your balcony, and why are they never around when you need them? - cowardly, I rang the caretaker's number. A little girl answered 'Pappi! Somebody's calling you on your phone!' Then some Polish. The caretaker comes on. 'Hi, it's Annie at ___ Estate. Are you at work Eric?' 'No, at home.' Okay, sorry.'
Okay, I could deal with this by myself. I can't just leave it there, rotting. So I bravely scoop it up in a bucket and fling it over the balcony into Mr Asbo's garden below.
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