Loading the washing machine at 6.30 this morning I lightly brushed against the 'delay' button ( what is that all about??? ) and it can't be undone - so I have to wait 6 hours before it starts to wash my socks - I hate that bloody machine, and retorted with a load and hearty "you fucking cunting bastard" - at which point the woman next door slammed her kitchen door in disgust.
Mind you - I have noticed that her husband has vanished - he's the huge obese bloke, they have only been next door for about 9 months - I've not seen him for at least 8. She hangs her washing out and his clothes are never on the line - in fact - I've only seen him once since she had that baby - and ( this next bit might might disgust you - but it comes from too many Agatha Christies ) - their bathroom is at the front of the house next to my bedroom and I can catagorically state that nobody goes to the toilet 'standing up' in the night anymore.
She could have done him in - but I have no idea how she'd move the body...
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