Merry Meet Peeps here is the latest from Zak at the high rise which you may find of interest.
My followers will know that I chat about all sorts as I am a firm believer in free speech as long as it harms none that is (ok so sometimes it does lol), so on with the never-ending events of an old witch. Only the other day my good friend Nikki set up home with me after her eviction and positive pregnancy test.
Nikki is settling in quite well and I am getting used to waking up with another human being in close proximity (No not the same bed).
It was cool last evening as Nikki and I performed a cleansing ritual followed by a lengthy chat regarding her future. We touched on many a subject of which I must admit I had no prior knowledge of, she is a wonderful lady, worldly wise and great company (No I am not disclosing her mobile number guys).
It was off to work for me as I left Nikki to sort her washing out clad in a long dressing gown. My thoughts were of her future as I once again took the express elevator to hell and arrived safely on the ground floor, I don’t know why but as I walked away from the high rise I couldn’t help but turn around and gaze skyward towards my flat windows with a feeling of disappear for Nikki, I continued moments later on my daily mission to work with the pleasing armour of the local chippy wafting pleasantly past my nostrils.
Over the course of my shift at the customer service centre that I have held for the last three years I couldn’t help running over the thought of my tenancy agreement. Single occupancy as it clearly states in black and white. I have always classed myself as an honest person and could only find peace of mind in the thought that Nikkis stay would be only temporary. My piece of mind did not last long as I knew that I had to find her a permanent place to live, so that was next on my to do list. The rest of my shift went well apart from one old fart demanding to speak to my supervisor after I informed him politely that he could not have any cashback on his order. (Riveting stuff this).
On returning to the high rise I was confronted with a notice on the elevator door (OUT OF ORDER) and that meant a six-floor uphill hike to my sanctuary. Oh, what a pleasing thought and other trivia ran through my mind as I passed the first floor. I came across an old shoe a bike wheel with flat tyre and other oddments that I will not mention before I reached the door of the witch… my home. I paused before letting myself in with the thought of finding Nikki a place to call her own… bless her.
I feel words once more from the heart: No one can hold a candle to your face as a co-op bag over it would be much better. Sorted
My key turned the old squeaky flat door lock and to my surprise on entry there for all to see was a washing line from one end of the flat to the other with Nikkis unmentionables upon it. WTF I mumbled taking my coat off… Nikki are you in? no answer came back as all was silent. Minutes later putting my keys on the coffee table I noticed a note Nikki had left which read: sorry about the line the tumble dryer has broken be back shortly Nikki. I had no sooner read the note than there was a knock at the door, strange has I had given Nikki a spare key before going to work. I opened the door and it was George from the flat below asking to borrow a cup of sugar. He took one look at the temporary clothes line with its dainty items upon and said, I didn’t know you were into that, in to what I said, cross dressing he said, and what if i was I said and started laughing at his facial expression. Come on in George let me explain lol.
George and I chilled out at the kitchen table and laughed at the thought of me cross dressing not that I have any problem with people that do I must state, each to their own. Moments later Nikki let herself in and all was reviled as she said hello to George sitting at the table with his mouth open at the sight of her beauty. It certainly can be fun in my asylum at times peeps that’s all for now but there will be more to come from the high-rise witch.
Words of wisdom from the high rise: It is better to have loved and lost than to have been nagged senseless in a crap relationship.
Now piss off