Frit, nutter magnet

Last night (Friday) - I just wanted to get home, eat something and crawl up in a ball. Having decided to pay a couple of hundred quid for the privilege - it is fair to say I was loving the nest.

Then came the knock on the door. And it was eerily familiar to the 'tap...tap...tap' from the mentalist upstairs at Buzz's that haunted me for nigh on a year. It was Louise, the next door neighbour.

'Hey ya, I just wanted to check that you were settling in alright' said she. 'Fine thanks, yup everything is really good thanks.'

Twattle twattle - talk talk, 'would you like to come in for a wine?' All very pleasant and nice to be sure - but I was not going to make a good impression last night - so I made my excuses and declined.

Then we exchanged further pleasantries before the money line, I asked her if the noise of the doors wasn't to loud, the telly didn't go through the wall etc? 'Oh no!' she said - 'you're a dream neighbour, I haven't heard a thing. It is such a relief to have such a quiet neighbour. You see, I tend to spend most of my time in silence, doing yoga, meditating - you know, just thinking about, well , you know, things'.

Is it just me, or is 'deep thinking' and 'reflection' the new denial? It's not escapism, it seems to be a pig headed refusal to accept some fundamental realities. I prefer to get wound up so tight I could put on a Hawian shirt, let go and become a human kaleidescope ;-)

Oh well, no harm done, she is harmless and nice and I will take her up on the invite and sit on a mat with her at some stage this week.