Generally bad day

Got a reasonable amount done this weekend - hoed most of the newly sprouting weeds, put the cauliflowers out of their misery, took out the last of the spring onions (looking very overblown, but they've survived the winter very well.) and brought them home, together with a sickly looking cabbage and a few very nice looking leeks. Tomorrow I'm going to have a go at clearing the potato patch - an all day job, but then one less thing to worry about.

Time slipped away again and I was the last person on the allotments when some random Bulgarian wandered in from the street. His vocabulary of about 50 words did not stop him giving me his opinion on digging, potatoes and that all English people are lazy for a half hour solid. His name is Grommit (something along those lines) and he lives over the Co-op and has a job here as a forklift truck driver for the next 18 months. The irritating thing is that he's earning more than I am. If I'm there on my own again, I think I'm going to have to lock the gate. While the guy was probably harmless I'd prefer to avoid this sort of thing in the future, especially in the evenings.

My unpleasant neighbour's unpleasant children were screeching at each other across the road when I arrived back home. He has something like five kids with three different mums - and the last mum was 15 years old. The smell of cannabis is pervasive. I'm looking forward to the day when he does a runner owing three month's rent and with any luck bankrupts the landlord who inflicted him on the rest of us in the building and who won't pay his share of repairs but who can apparently afford a new car. No more police banging on the door at 2am at least. Both myself and his other neighbour have harboured secret fantasies of slashing his tyres, however mum number three managed to get there first... Nasty people. My goodness, I'm in a misanthropic mood today. And it sounds as though I live in some awful slum, which I don't. Curse this credit crunch... I need to move somewhere quieter. Eh... and now I hear the sound of a hairball being upchucked by one of the cats. I need a beer.