Our slut next-door neighbour staggered home about an hour ago and, for some bizarre reason that could only make sense to her alcohol-consumed brain, began moving her wheelie-bin around outside her house.
Now I’m not an unreasonable guy, I’m not going to report her to the Bin-Moving-About-Police (02.30 department.
But move your bin around outside your house in a noisy way at 02.30? Why would you even want to do this – at 02.30?
Anyway, I’ve given it an hour of ‘being up and awake’; I hope that’s long enough for my psyche because boy could I use going back to sleep.
I’ve got a comfortable bed and a warm woman upstairs and I need to be up there and doing stuff that involves little Z’s falling out of my mouth.