Matthew Knott

When life has you floored, and is using your face for kicking practice, every once in a while there's a ray of light that lets you get up, and hoof life in the balls, before taking it's wallet and legging it.

I'm not a superstitious person, but I am slightly worried that by merely writing this blog post I'll be putting a hex / jinx / voodoo curse on proceedings. I looks as though my neighbours might be putting their house on the market.

Anyone who know's me or reads my blog will know what a bunch of supreme fuckers these people are. They are the lowest of the low, scum through and through, dominated by drugs and anti-social behaviour. But at the sight of them getting the house ready, I want to go round and lend a hand, possibly donate some ornaments & soft furnishings.

These people have driven me literally to the brink, where I've stared into the abyss and rationalised many an irrational course of action. I'm well past breaking but my family has kept my barely sane. The merest thought that they are going to leave has done things to my happiness levels I thought I would only gain by moving myself, something I want to do but cannot afford yet. The thought of bringing another baby into the world, here, in this house, next to them and their activities was killing me, I really could not comprehend how bad it was going to be.

I'm not going to get my hopes too high until I see the sold sign, and even then I'll probably be worrying what the new folks are like.