Nothing to say these last few days really. Just been buried in hopelessness.
Went to Fatso's for sympathy about the house. Told him all about my crushed dreams and disappointments. He looked at me intently. Some would say blankly.
"You want carrier bag?" he said in the end.
This was the only kind of comfort he knew how to give.
I walked out the shop, shoulders hunched.
Go the young Poles' shop next door thats quite good for vegetables and that.
"You have room?", he says to me
"Do what?", I say
"You know room I can rent?"
What? I'm Rackman now am I?
If I wasn't a better person I would say: yeah, I've got a house round the corner going for £269,999 but we're open to offers!!
Instead I merely said: "Where are you living now?"
"Its ok," he replied, "I'm married."
Well, for fracks sake.
That afternoon a woman from Northern Ireland made an offer on the house.