The Council were doing some work out in the road today fixing some burst water pipe or something. You realise that the work has to be done, but why did the bloody thing have to burst or leak right outside my window?! The noise was atrocious and, worse than that, it never seemed to stop. Even worse; I was trying to write some pressing letters on the computer. Not simple ‘hello how are you’ type letters but ones that demanded and explanations to important pending issues.
I decided that I’d have to go next door away from the road. The only problem was, I didn’t have a computer next door, aside from which the room was cluttered with things I’d had to move away from a partially collapsed ceiling. But I nevertheless conceded that the only was to get the letters finished was to do them in long-hand then retype them later on the computer. Two hours or so later they were finished but still the noise of a phenmatic (that word’s definitely spelt wrong but the spell checker hasn’t picked it up and I can’t be bothered to look in the dictionary) drill was going on, so I decided to stay amidst the mess as the racket was no better in the kitchen. I decided to make use of the forced opportunity to try and clean up the room a bit…
The exercise proved eventful as some things considered ‘lost’ turned up amongst the rubble. One strange find was a pair of knickers and I genuinely had to rack my brains to remember who they had once fitted. I concluded that they must have been forgotten by Muriela ‘beautiful (but totally mad) psychic I had not seen since 1990. I laughed, as Muriel never brought an over-night bag with her but just slept in here underwear (well, not all the time!) and she must have gone all the way back to Enfield (some 6 or 7 miles away) without wearing any knickers!