HWA

It is driving me totally nuts that Matt seems to have no concept that this is my house and I don’t have to allow his lodgers, shags, mates or whatever they should be called to be here all the time if I don’t want to.

They contribute sod all, take what is on offer, some don’t even acknowledge I exist the rude little sods, well, short of saying what drink they want.

He stays up until all hours meaning I am not getting my valuable ‘me’ time each night before going to bed unless I stay up ridiculously late, most nights it is close on 3am. Then there is the smoking … these little girlfriends of his seems to like the ciggies and smoke out the garden with the stink of it getting directly back into the house through the open windows not to mention the smell on their clothes. If I have beer in the house it is drunk yet no one thinks to replace any of it so I don’t buy any now.

I am nervous about getting up in the night wearing just my underwear as I don’t want to bash into one of his girlies. Last night I just went to the loo and the noise from their shagging was embarrassing.

Mates in general coming here … both my garden tables are now destroyed, at least one of them by Daisy’s mates. The truth is, they just don’t even care enough to tell me about these things, its like, and these things happen and it’s so not their problem and I am just sick of it.

I spoke to the DWP and apparently they are now going to try and set up a meeting so I can be Jermaine’s appointee. As it stands at the moment, they want the Chalfont Centre to do it and that lot won’t even give me a receipt for what they have spent or tell me how much money is left. Currently all Jermaine’s money has been suspended so I am not getting any money for him at all hence why I can’t pay the Chalfont anything, it’s just stupid!

It is driving me totally nuts that Matt seems to have no concept that this is my house and I don’t have to allow his lodgers, shags, mates or whatever they should be called to be here all the time if I don’t want to.

They contribute sod all, take what is on offer, some don’t even acknowledge I exist the rude little sods, well, short of saying what drink they want.

He stays up until all hours meaning I am not getting my valuable ‘me’ time each night before going to bed unless I stay up ridiculously late, most nights it is close on 3am. Then there is the smoking … these little girlfriends of his seems to like the ciggies and smoke out the garden with the stink of it getting directly back into the house through the open windows not to mention the smell on their clothes. If I have beer in the house it is drunk yet no one thinks to replace any of it so I don’t buy any now.

I am nervous about getting up in the night wearing just my underwear as I don’t want to bash into one of his girlies. Last night I just went to the loo and the noise from their shagging was embarrassing.

Mates in general coming here … both my garden tables are now destroyed, at least one of them by Daisy’s mates. The truth is, they just don’t even care enough to tell me about these things, its like, and these things happen and it’s so not their problem and I am just sick of it.

I spoke to the DWP and apparently they are now going to try and set up a meeting so I can be Jermaine’s appointee. As it stands at the moment, they want the Chalfont Centre to do it and that lot won’t even give me a receipt for what they have spent or tell me how much money is left. Currently all Jermaine’s money has been suspended so I am not getting any money for him at all hence why I can’t pay the Chalfont anything, it’s just stupid!

8.20 & the naked frolics are all but over, now there is the drug taking of several overly intoxicated homosexuals. I have had moments of conversation but I am not really in the mood for making small talk and certainly not in the mood for the frolicking! I guess I get turned off by it as there is just no meaning in it for me, doesn’t rock my boat. I did discover something I should have realised years ago. Guys don’t approach me because I am deaf. If they see the aids then they assume I can’t hear and don’t try leaving me feeling like a total loser on the fringes looking on in.

Though it was the obvious choice for me to drive, this doesn’t mean I particularly wanted to. Of course, with the arthritis flare up I have to take mega pain killers so cannot drink, it would have just been selfish to stop the others from drinking. On the other hand, it was OK getting my hands on a Volvo for a while.

Jermaine was quite well earlier back to perhaps close to how he was 18 months ago, managed to get some laughs out of him which was nice.

8.20 & the naked frolics are all but over, now there is the drug taking of several overly intoxicated homosexuals. I have had moments of conversation but I am not really in the mood for making small talk and certainly not in the mood for the frolicking! I guess I get turned off by it as there is just no meaning in it for me, doesn’t rock my boat. I did discover something I should have realised years ago. Guys don’t approach me because I am deaf. If they see the aids then they assume I can’t hear and don’t try leaving me feeling like a total loser on the fringes looking on in.

Though it was the obvious choice for me to drive, this doesn’t mean I particularly wanted to. Of course, with the arthritis flare up I have to take mega pain killers so cannot drink, it would have just been selfish to stop the others from drinking. On the other hand, it was OK getting my hands on a Volvo for a while.

Jermaine was quite well earlier back to perhaps close to how he was 18 months ago, managed to get some laughs out of him which was nice.