And again, and again, and again

Fucking pisshead neighbour Barry has lost his fucking keys. This should not have to be my fucking problem except that in the last three hours he has rung my doorbell to be let back into the building THREE FUCKING TIMES.

Also, he's apparently incapable of pushing the door open when I unlock it from the fucking entryphone, so I've had to go downstairs and let the old fucktard in myself three times. He claims Shiny Headed Michael (who sort of looks after him, because for some unfathomable reason he doesn't WANT Barry to be taken away and put in a home) has got his keys.

he does it again, I am about ready to beat the old fart to death with his own fucking pushcart.

And again, and again, and again

Fucking pisshead neighbour Barry has lost his fucking keys. This should not have to be my fucking problem except that in the last three hours he has rung my doorbell to be let back into the building THREE FUCKING TIMES.

Also, he's apparently incapable of pushing the door open when I unlock it from the fucking entryphone, so I've had to go downstairs and let the old fucktard in myself three times. He claims Shiny Headed Michael (who sort of looks after him, because for some unfathomable reason he doesn't WANT Barry to be taken away and put in a home) has got his keys.

he does it again, I am about ready to beat the old fart to death with his own fucking pushcart.

Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last

remembered to recharge the batteries and take my camera with me walking dogs today. say hi to my favourite neighbours and their terriers, Chester (the smooth black and tan) and Billy (the excitable rough coated one).

Also, some video.

I thought I'd taken some video with the terriers as well but apparently not; it's far too easy with my camera to press the stand by button by accident.

( five pics of happy dogs under the cut )

I can hear someone - probably Barry - banging on someone else's door out in the hallway. Whoever's door it is, they're plainly not in or not answering; this isn't discouraging Barry any. *rolleyes*

Traumatics thick and fast, your faith in me can last

remembered to recharge the batteries and take my camera with me walking dogs today. say hi to my favourite neighbours and their terriers, Chester (the smooth black and tan) and Billy (the excitable rough coated one).

Also, some video.

I thought I'd taken some video with the terriers as well but apparently not; it's far too easy with my camera to press the stand by button by accident.

( five pics of happy dogs under the cut )

I can hear someone - probably Barry - banging on someone else's door out in the hallway. Whoever's door it is, they're plainly not in or not answering; this isn't discouraging Barry any. *rolleyes*