More biodiversity

Yesterday I made my way home from a thoroughly enjoyable few days, when I either saw or spoke with some of the people who matter most to me. The journey was astonishingly smooth; the longest I had to wait for either trains or buses was only four minutes.
The lower reaches of the Thames are lined with marshes of the most appalling dreariness. Everything looks so grimy and sad. Even the vegetation, covered in the black, poisonous accretions of the centuries, looks as though it is surviving out of sheer spite. There is something deeply disturbing, deeply menacing about the place, particularly when seen through a heavy fall of sleet. There were no birds to be seen, apart from the odd crow here and there, fluttering ominously in the distance. Even the villages look dingy and forlorn, and from the train they look quite deserted. I was glad to leave the place.
The glaziers were supposed to be coming to repair my broken front-door window this afternoon, but the cunts rang yesterday to cancel for a second time. I'm afraid I did make the secretary's ears burn a bit, but so what. It's shocking bad service.
It rained quite heavily during the afternoon, and I noticed a couple of leaks in the kitchen ceiling. I'll need to let the landlord know. Also in the kitchen the posh lighting has packed up, so I'll have to tell him that too. My washing machine will be plumbed in next week, which will make life much easier. I don't like walking around in dirty clothes. Once that's done I'll contact the landlord. I don't want him to see the kitchen as it is.
This morning I ordered myself a few of the old films I like, to cheer me up.

My Christmas message

This year I am doing something for Christmas without actually celebrating it. You see, my nephew invited me up for a few days, so I took him up on the offer. I arrived yesterday lunchtime after a few hours on trains (made almost intolerable by the continuous babbling and undiluted shite that I had to listen to). We made a quick visit to the Indian shops, to buy some bits and pieces that aren't to be found where I live. Since then we've been doing some catching up, and have had some really good talks. I am delighted that, after a very Catholic upbringing, he has finally seen through it all, and has come some way towards my own atheism. Christmas is a load of hypocrisy for many different reasons. I really loathe it. I wish that people cared as much how vulnerable people are treated, as they do about what Christmas presents they are going to receive.

Biodiversity

My latest obsession is starting to reap results. When I first moved into the house, not a single bird stayed in the garden. There was absolutely nothing there for them. Over the past fortnight, a wide variety of food both in the feeders and on the ground has attracted the following diners: sparrows, starlings, wrens, robins, blue tits, coal tits, greenfinches, chaffinches, blackbirds, collared doves, wood pigeons, ravens, jackdaws, magpies, and these small, brown birds that look like sparrows, only darker and smaller. I am also visited by those horrible green parakeets, but I see them off with the broom that I keep by the back door. A horrible fluffy cat has also taken interest, but one day it is going to get a good hiding with the broom, when I manage to catch up with it. Cunt.

Now

The washing machine was plumbed in yesterday and worked beautifully. That was until it discharged the waste water all over my kitchen floor. There were two holes in the waste pipe, which is integrated into the machine. So the plumber rang the supplier for me, and they are going to deliver me a new one on Thursday. Afterwards the poor man had to un-plumb the thing. All the banging and grinding has loosened one of the joints in the mains pipe, so there is currently a very minor leak. He will come back today with a smaller spanner to fix it. Yesterday I was looking forward to having a working washing machine and a working dishwasher. Today I still have neither.
I didn't get to eat until half past nine last night, and went to bed well after midnight. Today my stress levels have gone through the roof, and I feel completely worn out by it all. All this sudden stuff is very hard to cope with.

Settling down

The dining room is still crowded with the two wardrobes that don't belong there, but are too big to go up the narrow staircase. Never mind though. The house feels like home, instead of just somewhere I live.
The washing machine and dishwasher arrived on Saturday, and they are going to be plumbed in this evening. Although I am excited about it, I always find such things very stressful and unsettling. I will be so glad when it is all over.
I've done something new in my study: I've covered one small wall with pictures of my ancestors and late close relations. It's about time I tried to look at some of the photos without feeling sick. Although they can't hear me, of course, I take great delight in calling one or two of them cunts to their faces. I suppose it is for the better that I wasn't able to do so while they were still alive. Well, better for them.

Logistics

I am currently doing my bit to keep the British haulage industry afloat. Early this morning the first of my appliances was delivered. Then I received the other items an hour later. I am really pleased to have joined the ranks of civilised man!
While I was out yesterday, a delivery driver left a package with a neighbour over the road. They were out all day, so I have yet to find out what it is. Also while I was out, a second delivery driver left an item for me with a different neighbour over the road. They were out until the evening, but brought it over to me when they got home. Guess what it was? A very posh feeding station for wild birds! Fantastic! I will try and put it up over the weekend. I'm still going to keep the feeders that hang from the apple tree. Now what shall I do with the feeding station? Well I've had two ideas. Firstly I can use it to fatten my tits (as the trollop said to the vicar). Or I can fill it with food for the starlings, and plug it into the mains. Starlings are very aggressive and greedy, and attack the smaller birds. They're a bit of a cunt really.
I have recently found out that the birds I feed are also being fed two gardens away. No wonder some of them look so fat. The next time they look forlorn and do the 'endangered species' bit, I shall rush out and buy a cat. The bastards. But I do enjoy watching them.

People...

The windows of the new place are in a terrible state. Some of the back windows are so dirty, you can hardly see through them. And it makes those rooms look very dark. So I hired the services of a window cleaner, and he was due to visit today. Yesterday evening I had a call from the said gentleman, confirming today's visit. I asked him if he was coming a.m. or p.m., and he said the former. Having gone to register with the new doctor, I rushed back home for half past nine. Then I waited. Then I waited some more. And I waited. I waited until 1.50pm, then decided I needed to get out for some air. Just now the man phoned me to ask where I was, so we had the conversation. Yes I want him to come the next time he is in the area, but I will only wait for the part of the day he says he will visit.
Meanwhile I am expecting delivery on Saturday of a brand new washing machine and a brand new dishwasher! This is the first time in my life that I have ever bough brand new ones. I do feel very lucky!

A long day

My sleep has reverted to its former pattern. I wake up during the night and stay awake for hours, where my mind is so busy thinking. Last night I woke up only briefly, but was wide awake at 4am this morning. It's a good thing that I don't mind the cold and dark. What I most enjoy is the quiet. There was no noise at all, apart from the sound of the icy, strong wind howling over the adjacent fields.
The council hasn't given me a bin yet, so the dustmen are unable to collect my rubbish. I can't have all that stuff rotting away in my kitchen, so I came up with a plan. I'm taking one carrier bag at a time to the bin on the main road. It took three goes to get rid of one sackful. Just one more to go.
I had a couple of things to do this morning, all in different places, so all involving standing around in the icy cold. That wasn't very enjoyable, but the last trip was satisfying; I finally ordered in my electricals. All being well, I shall have them on Saturday. I do feel tired.

A different life

I am settling down nicely in my new house. The rooms are a good bit smaller (but with higher ceilings) than I'm used to, and it feels so cosy. I particularly relish the peacefulness of it all. No longer do I have to rush out of the door in the morning. Nor are my evenings blighted by whatever the neighbours are up to. Nor am I woken up during the night by the same neighbours.
Over the last few weeks I noticed that there were no birds in the garden. This has given me my latest obsession: bird feeders. From the apple tree I have hung a variety of bird feeders, all containing different types of food. Now my garden is home to a flock of sparrows, blue tits, a blackbird, goldfinches, a robin and some starlings. That is such a nice change. Every day I visit the pet food shop to buy something new to try out on them. What a civilised sort of life, and so different from what I've had to endure.

Mission accomplished

Phew!!! I am quite worn out. After a frantic weekend packing the last of my things, and tidying up the flat as best I could, I moved house on Monday. Since then I have managed to unpack most of my stuff. I've been running round like a blue-arsed fly. It was all worth it, though. I love the new place, and the neighbours are really nice. I treated myself to the weekend off from the historic building, but here I am back this morning. I could really do with a rest.