Gone with the wind
Mar 9th, 2007 by Granny
Well! I’m gobsmacked!!
Seemingly Himself was on telly last night.
I didn’t see it myself, but the walls in the apartment are so paper thin I heard every word from the telly next door. He read a love letter to me and wept openly on National T.V.
It took me ages to get through to him on the phone after. Seemingly the producers of the film “P.S. I Hate You” phoned him after the programme. The main male actor character in the film has had a nervous breakdown and they want Grandad for the part.
Fame at last! Naturally I’m going back to him. My middle name is not “stupid”!
Apartment life was not really for me and people keep sending me bills. €3,000 due to the property management company for general maintenance! Maintenance my ass!! Apparently the bulb in the hall outside my door blew 2 weeks ago. On my way home from O’Donoghues last night I tripped over a black plastic bag of rubbish from outside the flat across from me.
I’ve damaged my hip again as a result so it will need replacing. I was very attached to it. So I’m suing the bastards.
The noise from next door flat is horrendous. I can hear the toilet flush and the man has a terrible wind problem. I haven’t slept for three nights. But I’m glad I could hear every word from their telly.
Grandad is collecting me tomorrow night and we are going to Thorntons.
If you are going to Thortons under no circumstances ask for chips and make sure you clear your plate.