My upstairs neighbour has created a new "Mister Men" character, called Mr Awkward.
His principal characteristic is to always choose the line of most resistance in any situation, and could best be described as a keen sociopath.
Organising communal building repairs is the most effective route to insanity I've ever come across.
Mr Awkward was in my flat yesterday as well as an architect and other neighbours affected by the repair. Regardless of any argument, he repeated his insane views like a mantra. He hasn't paid his cash yet. We have now been trying to organise this for a year. Work is due to start next week. It won't if all the money is not in. It's tense. Tempers are fraying. Insults are flying.
This is a boring subject for a blog entry. But the truth is, Mr Awkward was the central character in my day yesterday.
Tomorrow will determine if we're going ahead. If he refuses to cough up, we have to hand the running of the project back to the Council. It'll cost us more. We'll have no control. It's the nightmare scenario.
More seriously, I have bet on England to score more than 2.5 goals tonight against an unspellable former Soviet country. It's half-time, and it's still 0-0. Oh dear.
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1 comment:
very funneee stuff mr jim!
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