I feel like killing someone today.
I think this is a perfectly normal reaction to circumstances, and I doubt there isn’t a judge in the land who would convict me of anything on the grounds that my actions are a natural response of a rational person to events.
You see, I didn’t sleep well last night.
I don’t know why but I had some difficulty getting to sleep. I was cold and had a quilt, a wool blanket and a dressing gown on the bed but I was still cold. This isn’t like me. I used to love a cold bed and used to infuriate Herself by switching off the heating in the bedroom. It was the one good thing about winter – cold nights. But now I have noticed that my old hardiness is beginning to wane. I am beginning to notice chills and breezes. Above all, I notice if my bed is cold.
I think I finally got to sleep around five or six.
Then the bastards out on the lane started up again. I thought they had finally finished but in typical Irish fashion, having made a road with a nice smooth surface they have decided to dig it up again. They were out there at the crack of dawn with a fucking pneumatic drill sounding like the D-Day landings. I don’t know what the fuck they’re at as it’s just out of range of my CCTV so all I know is that there is the constant throb of a diesel compressor with frequent and loud bursts of drilling. There is also something driving backwards constantly with its accompanying irritating beep beep beep.
I am dog tired now and have a headache which is throbbing in harmony with the sound of the compressor.
I rest my case m’lud.