Someone asked me recently why I did this, and gave me cause to doubt (again) the wisdom of putting all your personal shit out there on the internet. It's just attention seeking egotistical bollocks. Believe me, I ask myself the same thing.
Then I find myself in a situation like now, & remember why it's a good thing sometimes. Here it is, 3.00 am. lying awake, tired tired tired, but can't sleep, having been woken up AGAIN (by the upstairs neighbours this time), they stomp in after their night out, walk across my bedroom ceiling in what sounds like lead boots, start talking at the top of their voices, bang goes the TV on. I'm too wired to concentrate on a book, nothing on TV, Radio 4 is failing to block out their noise, too late to phone or email anyone to have a moan - I know, I'll spill it all on the blog! Thank god.
Here is the state of play, for anyone who's been following the whole sorry saga: Finally, after I've threatened them with getting lawyers on them, the Housing Association creak into motion and decide to take downstairs neighbour (with the dogs, keep up now) to court and get an injunction against him to remove his dogs. (After 8 months of flannelling me and denying all knowledge, they confessed that it was in fact
they themselves who had taken him to court before over noise pollution and taken away his dogs - but after a ban of two years he asked if he could keep dogs in the flat again - and they agreed to let him. !!!)
I don't have to go to court but I have to sign a witness statement. I asked if I could see a draft, which their lawyers are supposedly writing, but that was 3 weeks ago and have had nothing from them.
Meantime, I've put the flat on the market. It's not the best timing in the world, I admit, but I really, truly can't stay here.
A few people have seen the place - apparently the first people liked the flat, but not the block. Good call, I can't fault their judgement. The dogs appear to be gone, but the upstairs neighbours, who I think have recently moved in, are keeping up the proud tradition of being noisy selfish, selfish noisy cunts - why don't I go up and talk to them? To tell the truth, all the fight's gone out of me. It's been a job getting this far, let me tell you. Like Tina Turner, I don't really want to fight no more.
I was trying to turn it into a positive - maybe I could rent the place out, and go back to a house-share, I could save money and maybe even quit my job and go travelling, or retrain for something I find less morally objectionable than teaching in state schools. I don't know what to do in the meantime, keep going around and around in circles. It's amazing how sleep deprivation can fuck up logical thinking.
Be careful what you wish for, people. Good counsel welcome.