In Northern Ireland, there's a Hilbilly Country song with the chorus;
"Stop the World, and let me off
I'm tired of going round-and-round
I've played the game of love, and lost
Stop the World, and let me off!"
That's how I feel now.
My support bubble is a bit of a pain, as a passenger; he said that himself. But, whenever I was trying to focus on the road, he was on about which Sperrin Mountain was at the distance from the view. Granted, it's a beautiful view, but I was afraid of something happening. The last thing I needed was another stresser.
My brother wanted me away, until Thursday at least, to keep the place shining, for the viewings. Then, last night, he texted me saying that something fell down in the hot press. Thank God it wasn't a burst pipe; my uncle said it was more likely a plank of wood from the support for the clothes. But I was near pandemonium at 11:30 pm.
My aunt-in-law kept going on about rent being 'Dead Money.' Yet, the only houses for sale - I can see - are family-sized. I don't want deja vù.
I can never get any me-time. It's 100 mph; constantly. I'm really in 'Hell is other people' mode.
