Midnight Lumpy Custard

The lumps in my midnight custard, ça me fais réflechir about the abhorrence I've experienced today. Okay so today I think I thought I had a near death experience:

This man came to the house and asked if there was anyone to talk to bc he was from London and lost. Okay so I went upstairs, and since I live with five other people I'm seldom home alone. 
BUT JUST WHEN I NEEDED THEM THEYD ALL GONE 😬😬😬 so I called my mum and she said DONT LET HIM IN JUST TELL HIM TO GO NEXT DOOR so I apologisé to him and did it. THEN HE RETURNED and asked to utilise the toilet; I couldn't say no. Directing him was the scariest: I feared for the summer dogglie and was so scared he might hurt her. But he was so calm so cool and I realise only in the literary world are people sadistic enough to hurt animals intentionally 🐩. After about 10 minutes my anxiety exacerbated because I couldn't hear any dripping or plopping and I was worried he was committing suicide for someone and obviously I'd be the prime suspect and would have to fake an alibi. Yet forever would I have to live with the guilt of responsibility: the burden being that I was the last person who could have prevented it before he even did it. I called Amrine but I had to whisper in case he heard me & stay close in case he came out and thankfully got my mother to come home from work. Thankfully she came home before he came out and then he explained to her he'd come from the north of England and was lost. My mother took him to the police station but it was closed so she took him home but prepared a rolling pin for safety bc sly but then she discovered he lives in Northampton, not London/ north. Then the people from the care home came to collect him. He may have been a dementia patient but his episodic memory appeared to be hazy whereas his very long term memory seemed to be okay when it would be the converse. Thus, my conclusion is that he suffered a brain injury which affected his short term memory - he retained his memories from long ago but may bre unable to create and retain new ones, hence his inability to elucidate how he got to Northampton :-( so sad :-(.

I thought my mother would be bre tittted off because she had to leave work and she told me not to let him in but she was v nice because if I hadn't have done it, the repercussions for him may have been abhorrent :-;:-(:-((( :(

Song for today is Russian Roulette by Rihanna because lives flashing before ones eyes. And also it reminds me of Christmas in year 7 (2009/2010) and SO EXCITED FOR CHRIMBORAI <3

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