49 B.C.E.
Today I signed and sealed the letter that equals one month’s
notice to my landlady. I haven’t seen much of her in recent times, but that’s
the way I like it. The bargeboard still hasn’t been replaced on the roof, but I
never noticed it when it was up there (bloody well heard it when it fell down
though!)
All in all, it’s been a comfortable 18 months living on Carlisle Road . No
angry neighbours, no loud music, no fog of marijuana in the communal corridors,
no sinister-looking folk entering the building at all hours, no battle for a
parking space next to an old couch that the council won’t take away, and no
shower that runs freezing cold whenever the hell it feels like it. I even quite
liked the odd domestics I heard through the walls – the non-threatening kinds
can actually be pretty entertaining.
Anyway, back to the letter to Brenda – I thanked her for
giving me my space and hoped she’d give me the first weekend in June to shift
my stuff over to Ainsdale. I told her that, if by some miracle no one was
living here when I returned to Blighty, I’d like to take up this tenancy once
again (providing the rent hasn’t gone up like everything else – “This country!”
etc., etc.)
I can’t believe it‘ll already be May come Monday and that
the 50 day marker before jetting off has already passed. It’s not that I’m not
fired up for getting on the road round the globe…just that there’s so much to
do! And most of it’s boring, like cancelling the bills I won’t be around to
pay, and getting refunds on those I already have.
But I’m going round the world…so who effin` cares!!!
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