Although we had a good number of visitors over the weekend at the historic building, I felt generally bored and lacking in motivation. Although we are closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, I admitted a German family yesterday, and two Australians and a French family today. They all thoroughly enjoyed it. I do like to do my bit for the United Nations and for the European Union, despite what my compatriots voted for. I don't care what the new laws say. I will always feel myself to be European.
However there are certain European individuals I do not like one bit, and would gladly see them deported. I refer, of course, to my downstairs neighbours, the noisy cunts. Sunday was particularly awful. The opening of beer cans, ever louder and louder conversation at the open window, loud telly, loud music, little girl running round screaming out. I had all this from teatime until they had their dinner at about nine. Then I heard the man throw up violently. Then he threw up violently again. He must have chucked up five or six times by the time he reached (pardon the pun) his hallway door, and I found myself cheering quietly with each yack. Then it went all quiet. It was lovely. His wife should cook more often. The ensuing peace and quiet is such a tonic.
I steel feel very low, but not as anxious as I felt last week. I really must stop watching the news. It is all very depressing.
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