Diary of a lunatic aged 43 and two thirds; Friday April 18th. 6.30am in the middle of a quiet Midsommers type Buckinghamshire village, getting dressed in my bedroom and somehow I manage to find drama. Out of corner of my eye I sense something moving. I notice a fluroecent waistcoat in the garden outside suddenly there is a burly weirdo peeking under the gap of my blind! I am but naked as day I was born and also now screaming like such a day. My back garden belongs to flat upstairs (who are not home) and the builder delivering does not appear to understand my distress and tries to continue a protracted conversation about what to put where. I yell to Daz who was loading our van to take to market, who calms both the wrongly accused pervert who still not yet not flustered is quietly bewildered at commotion. At this point we realise he is not what you might call a sharp knife. We assist him with where to dump his load (no rude thoughts please) and wonder what awaits for us at market! Happy good Friday!
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 06:46:58 +0000
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