A busy time

I went to view the house last Sunday. It was in a sorry state, but it's a beautiful house with a large garden. On Tuesday I submitted the credit reference form, or rather I thought I had. It turns out that the wretched thing hadn't gone through after all, so I re-submitted it yesterday. This time I did receive a confirmation email, so fingers crossed. I should be moving in a month or so.
A couple of days ago the people downstairs decided to have a nice piss-up with their friends. It was awful,  deafeningly loud and in that hideous language of theirs. There was one funny moment though, when the wrong takeaway was delivered. That awful man spent ages on the phone, shouting at the restaurant staff. It took ages because the man's English is so poor. I swear I never want to hear that terrible language ever again.  Of course I know what language it is, but won't name it, for fear of offending all the decent people whose language it is.
Meanwhile we are in the middle of our Halloween event at the historic building. It's all spooks and skulls and lights; in other words, pure undiluted suite. It really is entertainment for cretins. I'll be glad when it's all over.

My week

I've had quite a week. The downstairs neighbours woke me up with loud music at 2am last Monday and Wednesday mornings. It was really horrible and I let rip with the most indelicate vocabulary. For one thing I can't get back to sleep when I'm woken in that manner, so I feel mentally and physically exhausted afterwards. And my mood has been terrible all week.
Then on Saturday the manager returned to the historic building. I really do think it's too soon. He really does look frail. So I'm having to keep an eye on him. That morning we had an incident involving a demented, deaf and uncommunicative old man. Of course everybody faffed around before eventually allowing me to call for an ambulance, which is exactly what I had suggested in the first place. Blimey. People don't half get on my nerves. Later on I was approached by someone who remembered me from years ago. And then I remembered him too. He always asked me to play the classical stuff. Well he's opening a restaurant, and asked me if I'd like to play there. I couldn't make my mind up on the spot. I never can. So I went to the restaurant yesterday morning to leave my details. He wasn't there so I left them with a very frosty-looking woman. I felt terrible from lack of sleep, and looked how I felt. I don't think the woman was impressed with me. I would like to hear back from them though.
Then yesterday morning I was woken up at 4am by the usual culprits. That was that. Chronic tiredness, headache, sore eyes and horrible mood all day. Those people really are a pack of cunts.
Last night I had a message from my support worker; we're going to view a house in a different area on Sunday. It is much more than I can comfortably afford, but I really don't mind going without again. It will be worth it, just to get away from those neighbours.
I'm thoroughly exhausted this morning. All the excitement of the new house kept waking me up during the night.

Another day

I've got a busy today, what with my recital this evening. I have to move all my stuff from the historic building to the venue; keyboard, stand, stool, scores, period costume, and all on foot. Then I have to arrange the seating in the hall. I'll reserve some seats at the back for any aspies, so they don't have to feel uncomfortable about sitting down in a crowd, and can get up whenever they want and without disturbing people. I'm going to play through my programme at least a few times; one or two of the pieces are still quite terrifying to play, and I'm not altogether happy with them.
My day got off to a strange start, as they not too unfrequently do. I pay for a parking space in the flats where I live, so that anyone who visits me will have somewhere secure to park. There has been a history of other residents parking there without my knowledge and without my permission. All they had to do was ask, and I wouldn't have minded. This morning I saw one of the main culprits, appearing to be driving out of my parking space. She is a nurse from a part of the world where people are generally (in my experience) volatile, and believing that the world owes them something. I had every intention of allowing her to use the space, but felt obliged to point out that I was paying for it. She hit the roof and turned very nasty, ranting and raving etc. I burst out laughing, and told her there's nothing like a display of good manners to start the day. She was so angry that her car cut out, which made me laugh even more. I was laughing both at her antics, and at the fact that I'd changed my mind about letting her use the space. Aggression just doesn't work with me.