I've really been having a funny old time of it lately. By 'funny' I don't mean hilarious. Far from it. I mean 'funny' in the sense of strange. Take my housing for example. Friday began with the belief that I would at some point be asked to vacate the flat. On Friday afternoon the letting agency warned me that prospective buyers would be coming to see the flat on Saturday lunchtime. On Saturday morning I received a further email from the letting agent, advising me that the viewing had been cancelled, as the owner no longer wanted to sell the property. On Saturday afternoon I received a letter from the letting agent, informing me that my rent will be increased substantially from next month.
Of course the first thing I did was to let my support worker know what was going on, and we met about it yesterday morning. Because I'm not going to be evicted, the first option we were going for (and much better than what I currently have) is no longer available. But it will be in due course, what with the supporting evidence from the Mental Health Team. It looks like I will need to move soon, but will go for the better thing after. My support worker has already referred me to the best agency to help deal with this.
All this has been happening against a background of appalling noise levels at home. One morning I was woken up by the neighbours at 4.45am, who were on their balcony and being very loud. They sounded as if they were blind drunk. Much more of this and I will be speaking fluent Bulgarian in a very short time. I really don't object to the language being Bulgarian. My autism leaves me hypersensitive to sound, and the fact that I can hear all this constant loud noise in a language I don't understand only adds to the distress of it. Last night the noise was more or less continuous from about 5pm. At 10pm the general cacophony was added to by football being broadcast too loudly, and the sound of Juventus football chants being played over and over again for ages. The same two or three bloody chants. I exploded into an outburst of the most inelegant kind. The people heard me. I could hear them repeating it, but it didn't stop them making a noise. Selfish cunts.
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