12 Days of Crapness?
On the evening of 6th December I was driving on my own road* and hardly any distance from home. The road itself a fairly common residential one - not straight and always has various configurations of cars parked on either side. Sensible drivers look for spaces to pull into to let people pass and tend not to zoom down the road.
The car in front of me (a little way down the road) meets a car coming the opposite way. One or other must give way. The Ka in front puts her car into reverse and backs up at some speed. Too bad she didn't look behind her first or indeed at any point during the manoeuvre. She stops when she hits my car. Her excuse is that she couldn't see because of the other guy's headlights. Ummm... Ostensibly there seems to be no damage but it is dark and slightly rainy. G has a lot of trouble trying to open the bonnet and the car logo has dropped off into the road. We exchange names and mobile numbers and apparently she only lives up the road.
* the one in which my residence is, I was never rich enough to own a road
During the day on 7th December I effectively become trapped in my own home.
Previously on leaving my flat I had encountered a rather odd bloke standing right outside my front door, clutching a cigarette. (No wonder my hallway and bathroom often stink like a Smoking Room.) I expressed some surprise at the proximity but he neither moved nor replied and actually took the opportunity of the open door to gawp into my flat. Knowing that Lithuanians live next door I guessed he was to do with them and probably didn't speak much English so I went on my way. When I returned there were burnt out matches chucked on the floor and the cigarette butt which had evidently been stubbed out on the door frame. Nice :/
On the aforementioned Friday I became aware of his presence by the continual shouting and banging on next door's door. It went on and on, becoming more and more threatening. I thought he would end up battering the door open. No way on earth I was attempting to go out past that. But what to do? Loathe to call the police as technically it wasn't directed at me but I was affected because of the building layout. Called G (and he could hear clearly on the phone when I was at the furthest part of my flat away from the front door) and he called C to come round. When he got to me a couple of the other residents had come down. They gave the guy a clear talking to but he was apparently drunk and refusing to leave even though he didn't want the police called. It transpired that the woman had been in the flat all along and after all that she said he was okay and let him in! After a while the police arrived anyway and nothing more was heard.
By this time I had to go up to London to run the theatre bar. The show had sold out but I managed to perch on a chair bent round a corner to view the performance (or half of it given the sightlines). In the second half a guy made a purposeful exit into the Green Room. It seemed a bit odd but he had just gone to the toilet. Except he was in there a long time. I wasn't sure what to do so I got R to check he was okay. Not really - diarrhoea and vomiting. He said it was probably food poisoning (ironic for a show called The Kitchen?), apparently cleaned the toilet up a bit and decided to leave. I suspect it was more likely this gastric flu bug going around which is horribly contagious. We quarantined the Gents and put up signs to notify people that the Ladies would be used by both sexes if required at the end of the performance.
The car in front of me (a little way down the road) meets a car coming the opposite way. One or other must give way. The Ka in front puts her car into reverse and backs up at some speed. Too bad she didn't look behind her first or indeed at any point during the manoeuvre. She stops when she hits my car. Her excuse is that she couldn't see because of the other guy's headlights. Ummm... Ostensibly there seems to be no damage but it is dark and slightly rainy. G has a lot of trouble trying to open the bonnet and the car logo has dropped off into the road. We exchange names and mobile numbers and apparently she only lives up the road.
* the one in which my residence is, I was never rich enough to own a road
During the day on 7th December I effectively become trapped in my own home.
Previously on leaving my flat I had encountered a rather odd bloke standing right outside my front door, clutching a cigarette. (No wonder my hallway and bathroom often stink like a Smoking Room.) I expressed some surprise at the proximity but he neither moved nor replied and actually took the opportunity of the open door to gawp into my flat. Knowing that Lithuanians live next door I guessed he was to do with them and probably didn't speak much English so I went on my way. When I returned there were burnt out matches chucked on the floor and the cigarette butt which had evidently been stubbed out on the door frame. Nice :/
On the aforementioned Friday I became aware of his presence by the continual shouting and banging on next door's door. It went on and on, becoming more and more threatening. I thought he would end up battering the door open. No way on earth I was attempting to go out past that. But what to do? Loathe to call the police as technically it wasn't directed at me but I was affected because of the building layout. Called G (and he could hear clearly on the phone when I was at the furthest part of my flat away from the front door) and he called C to come round. When he got to me a couple of the other residents had come down. They gave the guy a clear talking to but he was apparently drunk and refusing to leave even though he didn't want the police called. It transpired that the woman had been in the flat all along and after all that she said he was okay and let him in! After a while the police arrived anyway and nothing more was heard.
By this time I had to go up to London to run the theatre bar. The show had sold out but I managed to perch on a chair bent round a corner to view the performance (or half of it given the sightlines). In the second half a guy made a purposeful exit into the Green Room. It seemed a bit odd but he had just gone to the toilet. Except he was in there a long time. I wasn't sure what to do so I got R to check he was okay. Not really - diarrhoea and vomiting. He said it was probably food poisoning (ironic for a show called The Kitchen?), apparently cleaned the toilet up a bit and decided to leave. I suspect it was more likely this gastric flu bug going around which is horribly contagious. We quarantined the Gents and put up signs to notify people that the Ladies would be used by both sexes if required at the end of the performance.