most of my neighbours (the new ones) are horrid, so I no longer lend anyone anything, in fact I don't answer the door, but some (just a few, the important ones, the ones I've known for 14 years) are fantastic, so I talk to them on the telephone.
I live in a Victorian terraced house converted into 3 flats and the other night (when I had to get up for 7:30 the next morning) someone was shouting from the street to the people upstairs nextdoor at 1:30am. I felt like going outside to show them how to use the doorbell but restrained myself.
Went for Cognitive Behavioural Therapy again today. I'm supposed to write down how I feel. In January. It's cold and extremely ugly outdoors. This is daft, surely? Am I supposed to feel different yet?
The builders didn't show up again today, but at least they 'phoned. Contractor said "we'll have to cancel our appointment because we'll need rearrange things to get someone in to do your plumbing". This is after I've had to book another week off work? I could've done it myself by now. Standing on my head.
Maybe I should be grateful that they figured out they might need a plumber if they were going to do my kitchen... I'm so pissed off with their utter incompetence.
my theory was that we do a rant once a week, let off steam and then for the rest of the week, we're sweetness and light?
