Unbelievable
I had no sooner pulled up outside my soon to be new home this afternoon before some wanker, reeking of booze,(this was about 4.30pm, I might add)sidled up to me and asked me would I mind if he left his shopping in my place and he’d collect it whenever he left the pub. Yes, really, I am not kidding. I have a large bruise on my jaw where it hit the ground.
Me? Mind? Noooooooooooooo, of course not and would you like me to have a little snack and a cup of tea waiting when you haul your drunken arse out of the Bog pub at one o’clock in the morning? Why, in the name of God, would I mind having my house used as a left luggage depot, my sleep disturbed and my privacy invaded?
Better still why don’t you tell all your friends to bring their shopping too and I can open a supermarket?
Fuck’s sake.
Sometimes I swear I am living in a parallel reality.