SCORE-CARD...
(begun Wednesday 2nd November at 2.45am..)

*Our interwebz has been down since early Friday morning, and has only just been restored,  so you will forgive the waffle as I attempt to catch up..  Our Good Neighbour next door at No. 10 has had no such problems with her internet, so we may safely assume that the downtime was 'arranged' by our Controller Colin P. Balliram?*

I was standing in the kitchen sipping my coffee when the kettle jack clicked again, all by itself, and as if by magic, the first maddeningly familiar bird call rang out somewhere in the front.. Coincidence massivus?  Connect the dots and I can forget about ever seeing that elusive 'bird' or it's mate?  Methinks that's a definite yes..*cackles...
So I bought my pad and pen through here to the lounge to tell you this, for fear of scaring away our jumpy feathered-friend, by sitting at the desk in my usual place.. Balliram thumped noisily into the TV a minute later... *grins and waves.... (Check the time guys! And tell me the chap isn't totally obsessed! You still require more evidence that the Sadist is really focused on me, and little else, at this time of day?)

I woke at 1.59am and knew straight off that something was amiss.. Millie's been behaving really badly of late, so I quickly checked my lower back and my hand came away soaking wet.  (I'd actually put a towel down when I went to bed, just in case).  While I was pleased to discover only seconds later that it wasn't blood but only sweat that was trickling down my back, I had to have been seriously warm for that to happen, and the little temperature gauge thingie read only 19.0c...*blinks...
I've told you before that anything below 20.0c and I need a cardie on, so that was pretty odd to say the least.. Or not, hey Balliram?  *winks...  Like I said, the assaults have never ceased simply because I'm dead to the world, now have they dear?
Play your cards right and I'm betting you can achieve some fairly serious mischief while I'm to all intents and purposes out of it?   It occurs to me now to move my early morning scribbling sessions permanently to this corner of the lounge.. While it shouldn't take Einstein more than a minute to pinpoint my exact position, the curtains are drawn in here, and for once I'm off camera... *chortles...
Tellus again o Mighty One - who exactly is driving whom nutz?

It's now 3.35am, and the livers and rice are simmering nicely on the stove, while my Owner simmers likewise in der Bunker next door..*chokes..  Don't tell me you miss my freakish mug on your screen Balliram?  Do you need my regular flipping you the bird through the window, to achieve a feel-good start to your day?  Why am I depriving you of something you've come to regard as your right?  Ag, don't whine man, that's MY job...
Maybe it was the bathroom light dipping, as I wallowed in the water after 4pm yesterday? Maybe it was the GW's inability to reconnect to the internet for me, sometime later?  Or maybe I didn't care for the obvious heatwave that engulfed me while I slept?  Whatever.. How's about you pulll up some porn instead, to ease your withdrawal pangs, while you're straining to hear my every move, you sad Creature?  *grins..

I confess I was touched when you spiked your own house alarm three times yesterday, in order to create an excuse to head back home and be as close as you could, while I updated my blog.. It's bloody fascinating to speculate why you went to so much bother, and why you felt you needed an alibi?  Was it for the little woman's benefit, or are there several of your colleagues over at the Wireless Station that you like to think are still unaware of the depths of your depravity?  *keels over snorting...
Bubba, I've got news for you.. Everyone knows how sick you are.. EVERYONE... You're totally beyond giving a flying f*ck how often I mention Ian Halliday's name along with our corrupted internet service, and you've been running the BackFire frequency at it's top-end levels for the better part of both day and night, signifying that you're more than just a little rattled....

LATER at 4.15am

Right.  Everything's good to go in the kitchen, and I've come back here to the corner of the lounge to find the Genius has resorted to employing the Squiff Eyes frequency... He used it over at my VC's home (was it last week?) and the fellow found it rather disturbing to say the least... Me?  It doesn't slow down my scribbles at all, and I admit I was relieved to have it confirmed that it's not just another depressing result of the aging process, but very much a part of the Assault Package handed to my Master by his  ex-Sentech Tutor...
Does this particular frequency cause as much lasting damage as the Burning Hands Special was proven to do?  My guess would have to be in the affirmative, but until I get to go visit Bob and have him run the necessary tests, my Controller's celebrations will have to wait...*squints...

LATER at 5.25am

The sun was rising as I huffed and puffed my way up the stairs with the garbage, and little Missus N at No. 11 was already out picking up the dog poo, and greeted me pleasantly enough...
Will Karl Muller be able to drop a real bombshell in time to save any of the guinea pigs down here?  Sadly I figure it's way too late for that now, and one way or another all our lives will be shortened as a direct result of the exposure we've faced for six years....
You can lay odds that in between orchestrating as much unpleasantness over the Mast Fighter's powerlines as he is able, our Jannie will be watching the Rocket Scientist as a hawk watches a snake, and were the Educator to so much as clear his throat, it will be reported back to the Strategist with speed...

There are billions at stake here, and hopefully more than one International Donor is studying the situation with interest as Muller flies solo against the Telecom's Giants.. Have you offered him your support yet, or are your knees knocking so badly you've completely chickened out?

LATER at 12.05pm

I'm considering putting a sign on our gates saying Freak Show between 8-8.30am every Wednesday, as I'm always up there with B.Snr. same time, same place, every week.. *shrugs... This morning a rather beautiful young rubber-necker pulled up opposite us and said he was lost.. I didn't study the vehicle at length, but it was white and was either a Beemer or a Merc.  Standard wheels for a Project employee...*shrugs... He confirmed this by saying he worked in Umhlanga..  We couldn't help him, and I slyly suggested he ask Balliram at No. 6 for directions, at which point he left quite smartly... A bet?  Shame on you...*grins...

Thursday 3rd november at 1.30am..

Whoa!  At 1.15am the Sadist hit my hip joint with all he's got.. He's a top-end Gift-wallah fosho... *wipes eyes... I figured I'd best obey smartly and so here I am back in the lounge with nothing to say for the moment.. At .1.45am the wirelessed nunu outside this window gave it's first tentative chirrup and then quietened back down... I'm off back to Cloud 9....

LATER at 5.10am

There was a cicada chorus flowing from the Rec Centre twenty minutes ago as I opened the verandah door.. It's stopped now.  Something I've not heard in a while *blinks...

Friday 4th November at 4.20am

After that over-the-top assault at 1.15am yesterday morning, I'd headed into the lounge, and for reasons I can't explain, I pulled the plug from the jackpoint behind the sofa, as well as the one in the kitchen that runs through and feeds the PC, and instead I brought a candle through to that little desk in the corner behind the curtains...
Though I've proven previously that simply pulling plugs doesn't prevent the Sadist from using the frequencies to attack me, I've also proven that this plug-pulling practise annoys him intensely, and for the life of me, I've no idea why... *yawns...
Sure enough, payback came just as I arrived home before 10am with my groceries, to find that our power had gone off, and I told Penny to pack away the vacuum and take a nap instead... It was restored at 1pm sharp, shortly before the GW dropped me at home, and by then Balliram had even thought to have Sherwood added to the Faults Auto Voice list of outages... A neat little three-hour load-shedding exercise that had little to no effect on me whatsover, but which no doubt helped to recover my Area Controller's self-importance...

This morning I sat here at my usual place in the back room, within feet of der Bunker, and said aloud that if he overdid his attentions I would take my pen and pad back into the lounge where he has sound but no picture... His choice...*shrugs.. My next option would be to withold his score card altogether, and considering my appalling standard of writing, that last wouldn't be a difficult decision to make...
I'd gone to the loo just after midnight and had been startled by a truly hectic whine at it's loudest in the kitchen doorway.. I'd commented aloud and the darned noise began to fade immediately..
I found the ceiling fans here and in my bedroom had been left on, and were also giving off a similar but muted version of that unsettling whine, so I switched them off...

When I finally rose just after 4am this morning, it was to find the fridge whining badly, though it fell silent quite smartly.. You awake still?  However bored you may be by this apparently banal waffle, you'd do well to pay attention, for there's often way more than the standard 230volts flooding your home these days, and I'd suggest it ain't good for you or your appliances.. *winks..
Peace..

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Saturday 5th November 2011 at 9.57am.