blue blue

Bad news, I’m going to spend it in a blue bubble.

There have been a couple of beautiful days this week. I’m considering taking my hiking boots of for the year. But my usual pleasure at watching Stevenage burst into spring from eight floors up is diminished by the scaffolding and blue stuff I’m encased in.

Then there’s the drilling.

I had a note through my letter box, telling me that the drilling will only take a day and would be carried out on Tuesday 2 March. I took all ornaments off window sills and pictures off externals walls and went out for the day.

I came home to find the drillers turned up around 16:00 for a couple of hours and left again. The caretakers, nor anyone else, has a clue what’s going on.

Same ol’ same old.

They started drilling again 11am today. Ten seconds drilling, 5 seconds break. Repeat until insanity sets in. And as they get nearer my floor it gets louder.

And I can’t go out today because I am waiting for my new TV to arrive. Nor can I put on my iPod loud, in case I miss the delivery.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

This song by David Bowie trips through what is left of my mind every time I look out the window. The fit to my life right now is scary. Must have been arranged by aliens.

Blue, blue, electric blue
That’s the colour of my room
Where I will live
Blue, blue
…

I’m going to sit right down
Waiting for the gift of sound and vision

Or just possibly, I may murder the drillers when they reach my floor.