Today has SUCKED!!
I'm going to have a mixture of a waffle and a rant now, just to warn you.
It all started going wrong about 11.30 last night. My downstairs neighbours had their bicycle stolen. Doesn't sound like the end of the world I know but I live in the last block of 4 flats at the very end of a quiet cul-de-sac that is 90% inhabited by old people. We're also the last road on the way out of Diss on a quiet back road that only leads to tiny villages. I suppose my point here is that it's not the kind of place you stumble across by accident. So when my intercom buzzed at half eleven last night I was slightly freaked out in the first place. Then when I heard what had happened even more so. I tried to help as much as I could as my downstairs neighbours are Polish and don't speak the best English. Plus they thought the number for the police was 997 (ambulance gets 998 and fire brigade 999). Turns out that they suspect the new people who moved into our block just a week ago as they've been here over a year and had no problems at all until now. Our new tennants are a not-far-off-being-teenage couple with 2 kids. Must add that the adults are 2 of the biggest chavs i've ever met! Don't know if it's relevant but give chav credit where it's due. Personally I doubt it was them, own doorstep - literally - and all that, but I wouldn't be at all suprised to find it was an aquaintence!
So here I am, single girl (not that i'm a fraidy cat specifically) who spends at least a third of her time away from home and knows exactly what people who steal bikes can be like, on account of the fact that i've dated a few of them and known even more. One of them held a knife to my throat.
Had just managed to wind down and started to drift off at about 2.30 this morning when the police turned up to speak to the downstairs neighbours about the missing bike. As they live right underneath me I can hear almost everything that goes on so their intercom woke me up with one hell of a jump. Great, now I have to unwind again! Normally I'd do this (as I do with any irritating noise) by sticking my ipod in. Only now, because i'm stressed, I can't help thinking that then I might not hear something important! Sleep came slowly last night.
Next thing I know it's 7am and the child next door is having a tantrum on the landing. The man of the house (i'd say dad but I don't think that would be accurate) is, for want of a better way to describe it, having a tantrum right back at her! I don't know if you have any experience of flat landings so i'll share a little fact about mine with you. Everything that happens on my landing sounds like it's happening through a megaphone. The accoustics are astonishing! If I sang out there full blast i'm firmly convinced they'd here me at Diss mere (a 10 minute walk away)! So imagine getting woken up by a strange child having a tantrum in your ear and that was pretty much my wake up call.
By 8 the chavs were doing DIY. Yay. Or maybe just knocking down walls... Humph.
Despite all this I managed to get up and exercise. I also had my designated breakfast.
However during the day my mood has got worse and worse. I suspect that at least partly because i'm having a mood shift with my bipolar anyway. I've felt myself struggling more over the last few days. Trying to have conversations and just not staying with it. But that's part of being me. The external issues though are not something I can cope with as well.
My refuge?? As always food. I feel sick, partly with (hopefully irrational) worry and partly because i've eaten the equivalent today of what i'd eat in a week of dieting. So feel free to tell me to pull myself together, especially if you know of somewhere I can live where I never have to come in to contact with other people. Unless of course I choose to!
Roll on March 2010.
From positive to disheartened in one easy lesson.
And so to bed.
You didn't tell me you'd moved into a looney bin! It sounds a nightmare though on the positive side, it may only be temporary as sanity could be restored!?
ReplyDeleteYes - sorry, I DO remember you now telling me about the weighing and BMI on the Wii, so I stand corrected. And I bow to you on the Slimfast -I agree, whatever it takes... If standing on your head while eating smelly socks makes it easier for you to diet, then I'll agree with that too! And your mum would kill me if she had to return 3 thousand Slimfasts to the shop!
How have you done today? Hope things have calmed down a bit so you can get down to the matter in hand? Looking forward to reading your next blog.