NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

for she used to be a barmaid at the Brewery Tap pub before it
became the Tap Bar after massive renovation – the only bar in
town or anywhere I am banned from!
These two latest new and young neighbours are only a problem
because of the almost daily ringing of my doorbell and
wheedling for something that I almost always give him – by the
elder one. I drew the line firmly when he went too far in the
garden last Sunday, and insisted it would come to no harm if he
borrowed one of our two nearly brand new mountain bikes for a
mere four mile round trip ‘to visit his father’ – I told him he
could easily walk it! However before that it was the obese
depressive Terror from downstairs, asking for cigarettes and
occasional phone calls on my phone for mere handfuls of
copper coins.
Then before her, for two months back in the Winter until he
went too far whilst borrowing ‘ten minutes’ that turned into well
over an hour on my computer, Nit from the other block was the
real pest, frequently harassing me with offers of loose change
for cigarettes, phone calls, and time on my computer. The
above ‘ten minutes’ incident caused me to throw him off the
computer, he said “don’t get all ‘lairy’ with me!” went to go,
then abused and threatened me. Him with his panic attacks so
often that he readily admits to, and lonesome, chaotic
existence, called a ‘nutcase’ by his ex girlfriend Debbie he made
pregnant so who bars him from seeing his young son at all,
who swapped flats with Julie, is a fine one to call me a ‘nutcase’
as he often does. I firmly believe from my long experiences
surrounded by them in hospitals, that he is a paranoid
schizophrenic of the worst and most dangerous sort –
untreated, so thinks he is normal, so abuses people like me
with an established ‘label’.
It was always Nit and Terror, sometimes aided and abetted by
Debbie his lover until she left in May 2007, that were the only
problem on this block, the whole time that I have been here
since September 1999. Four years ago, in 2005, when I
learned that my mother had developed breast cancer, I had
also tried to come off my medication, obviously against the
wishes of Geraldine O’Sullivan, my Doctor. One Sunday I had
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