Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...
Posted August 5th, 2007 by petehindle
I have avoided talking about my personal situation here, but there are some points when you just have to draw a line. And for me, that point is when you get back at 1am in the morning to find that the upstairs neighbours are having another really loud party, and that you have a cockroach infestation.
I've had a really terrible year so far. Even if this wasn't the year that I saw my first corpse and had my first experience of being at the scene of a major accident, it would still go down as the year that I lost my regular sleeping pattern owing to my upstairs neighbours. In fact, right now they seem to be throwing a party for the Polish people of Fenham (and earlier they where playing screamingly loud death-metal). But... roaches?
I had no idea that this year could get any worse. I thought that my birthday was going to be the high-point of the worse-ness, seeing as it falls exactly in the middle of the year. But it turns out that having my shower break, getting caught in a torrential downpour, having some of my clothes stolen or destroyed, and having people walk in on me whilst I'm sleeping was not the worse thing. The worse thing is knowing that I'm sharing my living space with an insect that survives nuclear blasts, shits pheromones, and absolutely will not stop.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to sanitise my flat...