A new perspective

I spent my second night in the new place. There is very little there at the moment. Upstairs I have an airbed and some of the belongings I took there. In the front room is the foulest, most disease-ridden-looking armchair I've ever seen. Well never mind. At least it's something to sit on, and it'll be gone by the time I move in (I hope). Last night I picked through Jenny Uglow's marvellous biography of the painter Hogarth. Again I was too busy thinking to take much notice of it. Again I really enjoyed being left in peace. I feel that I am no longer sharing my home with whichever antisocial neighbours I get saddled with.
I slept very well again and made my way home later on this morning. It's funny; when I got there I felt like an intruder. I was so uncomfortable that I rushed to get out of the place. In my mind, the new place is my real home now.
This morning I think I saw the last of that awful Chinese takeaway from two nights ago. All day yesterday my bowels were like Krakatoa. They have finally calmed down again. Last night I tried the local chippy. That was very good indeed, and much cheaper. Tonight I might eat out for a change, provided I don't change my mind by dinnertime.

My day

I got to the historic building, but would rather have had the day off. I had no choice, because I am in charge today. Because of the bitter weather there was hardly anybody walking around the town. Consequently we had no visitors, so I shut nice and early.
I went straight to the new place with my hoover. Someone else had the same idea; the landlady was hoovering when I arrived, so I did the upstairs. She has worked very hard at cleaning the place. It looks positively palatial compared to yesterday. The most exciting thing is that they have managed to open the back door, although they still need to fit a lock. Now I can have a fag in the garden, instead of lurking on the doorstep! It's all good.

Brrrrrr!

It is evil outside this morning, with an icy wind blowing straight off the sea. Chilled to the bone I made my way home. I needed to open the historic building, and to collect my hoover. The dust in the new place wasn't very nice, but I'll sort that out later on.
My brain is still going like the clappers, but now I'm not worrying so much. I know I'll be moving very shortly.

Something different

My Chinese takeaway was bad in more ways than I had expected. Not only was it badly cooked, but I think the food itself might have gone off. I had a couple of mouthfuls and disposed of the rest. Instead I had chocolate and cakes; very enjoyable but not very sustaining.
It was so peaceful at the new place. I had forgotten what a quiet evening at home was like. My brain was working overtime, but this time I could think without all the unwanted, antisocial interruptions. I had Tim Hitchcock's 'Down and out in Eighteenth-Century London' to hand, but found myself only looking at the pictures. I was too busy thinking.
I turned in reasonably early and had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. I can't remember the last time that happened.

Since earlier

I really am tired. My eyes feel like they are going to fall inwards. I was just setting off for the new place, when I got a call from the tenants' association. The woman was mortified by what I told her, and said the association are going to speak to the neighbours downstairs.
So, having got to the new place, I proceeded to switch on the hoover. First of all it whirred, and then started making loud noises, rather like a pneumatic drill. Well that was that. I'll just have to do with the place dusty, but I don't mind really. What I did do, though, was to get the airbed inflated, and get the bed made. It's so lovely having all new things.
When I'd finished I took a walk down to the coast. The bay was closer than I thought, and it only took about ten minutes to walk there.It really is lovely, and so completely different from where I live now. The old town where I live is full of some really unattractive characters (of course I refer to their behaviour, not their looks). The new bit of coast is so much quieter. I can't help feeling that I am going to be very happy in the new place.

A busy couple of hours

I've just had an epic couple of hours. First of all I took some things to the new place, which I shall need tonight and tomorrow morning. Then it was a bus ride to she shopping precinct to buy an airbed, duvet, duvet cover, kettle and heater. I swear that Primark hasn't had that much money out of me since Armistice Day (ha!!!). It all took a long time because of local roadworks. The buses were all messed up, and the traffic heavy in places.
I've had a change of mind about later. I'll go back to the new place shortly, and give it a good hoovering. The place really is very dusty. Then I've decided to have a look at the new bit of coast. Instead of chips I've decided to try the local Chinese takeaway. Chinese takeaways in English residential areas are usually outrageously bad. But I feel like something bad for a change. I've been spoiling myself with good home cooking. The change will do me good.
No reply yet from the tenants' association. I expect my email has given them the hump.

A few thoughts

Sometimes it ain't easy being autistic. What with all the horrible stuff and all the excitement and anticipation, my brain is firing off all over the place. I'll have to be very careful when I go out. The last thing I need is another fall.
Here is the good stuff. Yesterday I had some unwanted large stuff taken to the local tip. I hated that chest of drawers, and thoroughly enjoyed smashing the cunt up.
Just now I spoke to the removals people, so now I'm not worried about it anymore. Just before that I emailed the tenants' association re the animals downstairs. I've finally got it orf me chest.

Sensory overload

Yesterday I went to the new house, and was delighted to see that the doors had been put in place, and that some of the kitchen cupboards had been repaired. The landlord had also cleared out some of the mountain of rubbish inside, and in front of the house.
I have just had two particularly awful nights with the antisocial people downstairs, and this has left me feeling completely done in. I've had two sleepless nights, and got up with a start at half past four this morning. This time I am not letting it go. I have emailed the tenant's association telling them in detail what I have had to put up with. I can't risk another night of that, so I'm sleeping at the new place tonight. I don't know how the boiler works, so it's going to be a cold one. I'm taking stuff to make coffee in the morning, and will buy some bedding and a kettle later on. It'll be something and chips for dinner, from round the corner.
I really am exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Let me tell you a story

Imagine that you were born with only one arm. You went through life struggling with many of the most basic tasks. Yet somehow, that one arm, because of all its exertions, was able to function fantastically well, and far in excess of what most other people were able to achieve with two arms.
Imagine too, that you, that you took all this as normal, because it was all you knew. Imagine that you had never noticed that everybody else had two arms, until late in life, someone pointed it out to you. At this point you realised why other people managed to all the things you had always found so difficult. Up to now you had a deep sense of being a failure, having been told so often 'Well everybody else can manage. Why can't you?' Then you suddenly realise that, given your great handicap, you have in fact survived remarkably well, and have achieved a great deal.
Now substitute the word ' autism' for the words 'one arm'. This is the story of my life.

A hectic time

What a busy time I'm having! I've done so many bus-trips during the week, that practically all my possessions are in the new house. I have an enormous number of books, but they can wait until I move in just over a week's time.
On top of that I've been doing loads and loads of practice for my next concert. Having played for some hours at the historic building, I'm playing for a function later on this evening. Then, in a couple ofweeks' time I am providing the music for a charity's Christmas 'do'.
I have stayed behind at the historic building because another bunch of cunts is coming to view my flat. I really don't want to be there.
I am very tired, as my sleep tends to be interrupted by hours of wakefulness. Them downstairs have been much quieter since I nearly exploded with rage when I saw them the other day.
Yawn! I could really do with a good sleep.

Today

I didn't sleep very well, and was awake for a couple of hours during the night, deep in thought. I eventually got up at half past eight this morning, feeling thoroughly worn out. Nevertheless I've taken three heavy bags of belongings to the new place, and all by bus. I must say the buses are pretty good round here. Of course local people do nothing but moan about them. But of course local people are very negative in the first place, and do nothing but moan about everything.
I'm still tired and won't be cooking tonight. I feel like a change so I'm going to dine in style; a pie from the supermarket and a tin of beans. Mmmmmmm!

In the meanwhile...

The people downstairs continue to behave increasingly anti-socially. Now they have hooked up their games machine to a pair of speakers, so I hear each computerised explosion and scream at almost deafening volume. I wasn't going to complain about it. I already complained about the previous upstairs tenant for the same reason, and she was later evicted for a whole catalogue of reasons. I had been  thinking that if I complained about these people too, it would make me look like a grumpy old git with a downer on all the neighbours. But that isn't the case. The flat upstairs has recently become occupied. Of course I hear them, but they behave decently. I have decided to email the tenants' association, and let them have it chapter and verse.
I was busy at the historic building all weekend, and my evenings were totally ruined by the behaviour I have already described. I didn't take any more of my things to the new place over the weekend, but resumed with another two trips today. I haven't got much more to take now, and the final move is going to be nice and simple. I've got removals people coming in to do it. I'm feeling too old to start lugging furniture and boxes round again, so having the removals people is a real treat for me. I've never done that before. One of the main reasons I made the booking, is that I want the piano moved properly. I don't think I could bear it if anything happened to that.

Nearly there

I will be moving home in just under a fortnight. After all the delays and dragging out, it's finally going to happen. I'm really looking forward to moving in, despite the terrible state it has been left in. I've had the key for about a week, so I have started taking my kitchen stuff there, so there will be less to move on the day. I've also bought new clothing and bedding, and that's over there too. I'm going to chuck the last of the clothes I have as soon as I move. I'm determined that this move will bring positive and lasting changes to my life.
The letting agent is showing a potential new inmate round my flat this evening. I'm keeping well clear until they have finished. I don't want those cunts walking round while I'm at home. When I was at home earlier, the people downstairs were at it, with their shrieking, raised voices and loud music. I wonder what the letting agent will think of it (if it's still going on). They are cunts too. I can't wait to see the back of them.
I still haven't quite got over my fall. The knee that I cut seems to be ok, but the other one still hurts. The knee-cap is flatter than the other one too. I wonder what I did to it.

To do with autism

My brain is always very active, and periodically gets overloaded with thoughts. In the not-too-distant past this would cause me to have fits, but the tablets seem to have stopped that. What tends to happen nowadays is that I get so wrapped up in my thoughts that I become unaware of my surroundings. I do things like walking into the road without looking. I had a variation on that theme two days ago when I did the same thing but without noticing the kerb. I landed on all fours, and have two black palms, one swollen knee and one cut knee to tell the tale. Since then at the historic building, I have knocked my head three times, and fallen on my elbows while going up the stairs. I really must be careful, but all this moving lark is starting to wear me out.