Sleepless in San Mer-lon
I’ve got a cold, so didn’t sleep well Friday night. As a result I ended up sleeping most of yesterday afternoon.
So come bedtime and I just can’t sleep.
I read for a couple of hours, then turned the light off. And just lay there, listening to the sounds of the world outside.
There’s a lot of cars travel along my road. Given it’s a cul-de-sac, this seems a bit odd. Okay, a lot of them were taxis, so you get them going and then coming back, but even so.
There was one sound that I found a bit odd. Just on the cusp of sleep, it sounded like a car getting closer, but more like a very loud milk float. Then I thought maybe it was a helicopter, because sometimes you can’t tell until they are very close. But lights swept across the room as it went past.
About 15 minutes later, it went past again. It was only after it had gone that I wished I’d got out of bed to have a look at what it actually was.
So, when I heard the ‘tap, tap, pause, tap’ of high heeled shoes, I decided to be nosey.
There was a woman walking from the roundabout, dressed all in white. She appeard to have some sort of white headband on. At first I thought she was wearing a long white dress (bride?) but as she got closer I could discern she was wearing white flared trousers. She was quite clearly drunk, hence the odd pause in her walk, where she lost her balance a bit.
Until she got right opposite my house, when she fell straight on her arse!
I hid behind the curtains, not wanting her to know I was laughing at her, then I felt guilty in case she’d hurt herself, but as I poked my head out, I heard the ‘tap, tap, pause, tap’ as she resumed her walk.
Hobo wasn’t home, and some time later I thought I heard him, so I went downstairs to call him in. No joy, so when I came back up (it’s about 3am now) I decided to switch on the computer, and see if I can waste a few more minutes.
I heard some shouting.
Oh boy, a very drunk couple. He was going mental. I couldn’t actually see them, but he was having a right go at her.
“You keep saying ‘Stefan I love you, Stefan I want to be with you’, and then you just spend all your time talking to your Halifax mates. I was outside, waiting for a taxi, and you were inside playing Twister.” Sounds like a sensible girl to me. “Shows what you think of me, blah, blah, blah,” he went on, “Well, this is the last you will see of me, goodbye.”
Pause.
“You won’t ever see me again. So don’t bother.”
Pause.
“I mean it, this is the very last you will ever see of me.”
At this point she spoke for the first time. In a Scottish accent.
“Do you think you could give me my phone back first?”
“No, you don’t need it, go on back to your Halifax mates, they will let you use their phone I am sure. You are never going to see me again.”
I have missed out a lot of the swearing - can’t even type the “C” word, it’s just so wrong!
I think I fell asleep around 5 o’clock.