Hi folks,
The last few days I've not had much sleep, about 4 hours the last 3 days
The stress of my current situation, and my increasingly painful shoulder (looks like another upgrade) hasn't helped with this, but in the small hours I get creative while it's quiet at least.
I've been working on my Albert the Goth tale and this little thing popped into my head
Sorry if it's a rant in rhyme, but I think sometimes it helps to put how you feel on paper.
As I lie upon my bed
these walls my living hell
thanks to my antisocial neighbours
and their penetrating smells
If it's not the stench of drugs
it's the petrol fumes
that suffocate my hallway
and infiltrate my rooms
They slam the doors and argue
they yell between the rooms
and think that close to midnight
is a good time to vacuum
this used to be a lovely place
many years I have enjoyed
then they move in some scum
and it soon becomes destroyed
So you approach the council
to see if they can make amends
constant broken promises
a cycle that never ends
The fact I have endured this
for over half a year
seems to make no difference
"we've got a backlog here"
This is work in progress, I have some more but it needs a bit of tweaking.
Thanks for looking and your support folks, it really does help :D
Hugs to you all
Jo.
2012 Fundraising for the National Rheumatoid Arthritis Society (NRAS)
http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/RoboJo