Just an update to let you know what's happening in here,seeing as you'r all intrigued.
I've found out that there's a clique operating in here,which isn't a surprise as all these type of places have them. Anyway,as you've probably gathered,i'm not in it, or likely to be encouraged to join it. That doesn't bother me as neither are my two immediate neighbours. They've both been in here the longest(both 11 years),and they tell me that those in that clique are "a bunch of old women" though the bloke with the tattooed knuckles who drinks Special Brew for breakfast called them something a little more naughty than old women. I'm still getting gyp about my dog. Apparently some nosey git has filmed me sneaking him in,on their phone and showed the warden. She must be sick yo death of their tell tale antics. No wonder she's going on sick leave as from today, I don't think i'll be here much longer as they've made it clear to me that dogs aren't allowed,not only to stay but now they've changed it to dogs aren't even allowed in the building. I've developed a new tactic of sneaking him in and out,now that i have a car. I put him in an old sports holdall zipped up. Though this morning the zip came apart and he popped his head out of the bag. I then leave the building,unlock my car and put him in the boot. Then when we're clear of the building i let him out.
I must say,it's quite invigorating to be classed as young, as i heard one of the fogies the other day calling me "that young pillock who throws bread out for the birds and has three bloody bikes". Although the age limit for this place has been dropped to 50,i think they mean a decrepit 50 and not an active one. Mr Nosey who hates everyone has been knocking on the warden's door everyday since i arrived,according to reports. not only him but the other old woman, who's supposed to be 53 but acts like he's 83 has also been telling tales. They moved the microwave 2 weeks ago,into the office,out of my reach. All done because he told over me using it. When i came back from my trip to the bank and housing association office i couldn't park in front of my flat,so i've parked awkwardly taking up both their what they see as reserved spaces. They don't know i have a car yet,so let the fireworks begin when both arrive back.