LET’S HAVE SOME CLOSURE HERE!

You know folks I’m getting paranoid!

Everywhere I’ve been throughout my life has closed after I’ve resided there. It all started with the hospital I was born in which was in a posh bit of L – K don’t you know

Rest assured I don’t live in K now and haven’t for a very long time. Now though I learn that many years ago the hospital closed. I can just hear all those N.H.S managers, doctors and nurses and even the other patients saying:

“Can’t risk another little brat like that one! Like a little skinned rabbit she was”.

True I was. I was only two pounds when born being in such a hurry to get here and that’s what started the trouble but we won’t go there will we? Then many years later after I left College, then in the wilds of S. it closed and was re-opened with a name change and is now to be found in H. I swear I heard the board of Governors saying:

“Best move in case we get another ‘un like that one. Caw blimey! She spent half her time in hospital having her back jumped on by physioterrorists and the other half listening to or broadcasting on the College radio station set up by a partially sighted guy who had his own transmitter. Never seen her do a stroke”.

After that came the hostel where I met my old man. Now that was on a famous carnival route and I used to hear it go by each year while I leapt about to the music only the procession passed before I got into my stride or fell over anyone’s feet. (Well if Stevie can do it why not me)? That place closed not long after I married and moved to C. I swear I heard the Trustees of the Royal National Institute of Blind People, who ran the place say:

“Right! Shut it! Everybody out. I mean she had a few blind dates here and look where it got her? Besides that there was too much frivolity in the place and too many corny jokes told. God forbid we get another like that one”.

I don’t think the landlords have any plans to shut down the last place I lived in so obviously I’d sobered down or up by then.

What’s that noise? Oh the post:

“We regret to inform you that we’re pulling down your block of flats tomorrow but I’ve heard park benches can be quite comfortable. Have a nice day”!

I say! Can I come and kip with you for a bit? I’m very respectable really – Clean and tidy and love great music and am a dab hand at baking pastry blind! What do you mean you only want the dog? Blimey! Even the dog’s left me!

“Come on! Here girl! (whistle whistle) Oh be like that then! Please yourself! All the more time for me to write rubbish for my blog”.