It’s a Crime

Saturday, 24th November 2018.


Carter invited me round for the night. I was pleased. Firstly because I hadn’t seen her in over a week and secondly, because, I wanted to remember what it was like to feel my hands and feet! Louis has succumb to the reality that he won’t be getting any snoggy-snoggy-booby-grope tomorrow, and knows he will have to sit in the front room with “the girl”. I said I’d plug the firestick into the telly in there. At least that’s something. Truthfully, I think he was planning nudey prod. I know this due to the condoms I found whilst I was snooping.

Aaahhh, the follies of youth.


We had an Indian takeaway.

Sunday, 25th November 2018.


I walked into my parents to “the usual”. My mum immediately informing me that she will burst into Louis’ room and turn everything off if he doesn’t go to bed early enough. I did say, “but mum, it’s the weekend”, but it fell on death ears. She wants him to be asleep by 9.

She is making this all unbearable.

Monday, 26th November 2018.


A usual tactic I like to deploy, I missed out the rest of yesterday by staying in bed and watching murder mysteries on Netflix. I did the greats. Sherlock, Creek, Poirot,………a but of Whitechapel. At least two of those are written by the League of Gentlemen boys…..not relevant?…..or is it?

I dunno.

This morning I had promised Carter I would sit and keep Bear, my nemesis, company whilst workmen started replacing her bathroom and kitchen. This resulting in watching more crime drama. In this case, True Detective. I never watched it first time round. It’s very good. Came home. Sent a parcel for my dad, then…….


Got back into bed.

It sure is exciting. This life of mine. This Little…….oh, forget it.

Now I just have to decide what to watch tonight??……….desperation.

That’s not the name of a TV show.


Luckily, I can continue watching True Detective on Now TV. It’s made my evening. A little, light refreshment to smooth out the creases.

Thank God for the little things.

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