After 199 days – it’s 6 and counting

Well we found a house to move to.  I have to admit, this is much more me than the brand new, ‘male designed; use cheap accessories so that they break’ place I’m currently living in.  It’s been a hard 199 days. 

This place is art deco, at the back and on top of a shop; groovy.  Next door to two restaurants and a roof top wine bar.  I have a balcony as wide as my bedroom where I can sit on the little red art deco sofa I’m taking with me – glass of wine in my hand – watching the world go by.  Not a hobbit in sight.  No teenage ignorance.  Nothing.  Nada.

I had hoped not to have to see the Hobbit again.  Why the Hobbit you ask..?  Well his feet are as flat as my girls old cat, Flairy – a pure Persian with a face that looked like someone whacked it with the frypan.  I’m talking not one millimetre of arch – which is why he walks the house like his storming along on 2 porterhouses…  No ankles either.  It's almost like his knees just keep running down and bend at the end.

Anyhow, I regress.  We are having a belated Christmas lunch today so the Hobbit came last night.  This did no more than prove what an ugly person he is.  I ask him to do something and I get completely and totally ignored…  And the Squeeze sits there and says absolutely nothing.  Not one word. 

He had told me earlier that over lunch the previous day, he had told Kid 1 and the Hobbit that the girl and I were moving out.  According to the Squeeze, they didn't comment.  At all.  Not even to ask if this was it for us... or was this just a parting of the houses.  Weird family.  Reality is neither of them give a hoot about their father, so why bother to ask..?

Frankly, I can’t wait until I don’t have to see his royal stinkiness again.

2014 - The New Year

I'm still alive and doing fine; but wow, things have been damned busy.

Where am I at this year?  This was always and ever going to be the "year of change" for me.  And that isn't just about the Moodle and his 'future serial killer weirdo' kid.  It's about a lot of things.  Job. Home. That kid. The Moodle's inability to discipline that kid and tell the Harridan to shove it sideways - and last, but not least, I'm not too keen on the person I am now.  Turning fifty and having to deal with the weirdo upstairs has dragged me to the point where I basically would have to shop at Ray's Tent City to find a dress.

Still; all will be addressed.  Since NYE I have had one half of a glass of red.  Those that know me, would be rushing for a thermometer; truthfully, it hasn't been that hard.  And... I'm watching food intake and walking every day. So step one - "improve me" is in progress.  Step two is beginning as the girl and I areactively house hunting.  I must admit, since making the decision that I couldn't stomach that nose picking hygienically deformed kid one second longer; things have been a lot more relaxed.

So the Girl and I will move and the Squeeze will take over this lease, and at least initially we'll go back to dating.  Not sure how long that will last before I blow a gasket and slam the door.  Probably as long as it takes the kid to manipulate things.

And ummm yeah, I'll be taking my name of the lease here.
Like I want it on my record that I left a house with snot on the wall!

Anyway, I'm sure the kid will be delirious with happiness.  That is up until he realises that the televisions; and just about everything else here... Is mine.  :)