26 January 2010

Next Door again #1

7.30 theres someone tapping on windows, trying to wake the neighbour up.

7.50 the same guy (a double glazing contractor) is cheerfully banging out sections of the porch double doors. Not quiet.

The thing is, next door is a building contractor, he runs a company, so he KNOWS the rules and the common decencies. Is that what I'm allowing to eat into me, the outright conceit? Probably not; probably just the misery of being prisoner to all his noisy surprises.

*big breaths....*

25 January 2010

Next door

My 'new' neighbours are back from three weeks away. It was so lovely and peaceful I worried one of them had died.

Last week I found out they were back because they only turned up to bring guys to give them a new garage door. Its right outside my kitchen window and involved a day and a half of banging and drilling.
This morning I heard traffic in his drive at half past eight. at 8.45am the DRILLING started.

Cavity wall insulation.

What joy.

The nice lad left to do the work says they will be finished by 11. Wow, I might get a bath in, (my bathroom is that side of the bungalow) before I rush off to work at 11.30. Lucky me.

So glad we don't own this place. Although these are detached properties it feels as though we share foundations, and so I sit here, windows shut against the clouds of brick dust, if not the noise, the buzz of the drill coming up through the floor. Twenty minutes constant drilling, so far.

I just wish he'd warn me. Even if he'd just come to the door and say 'Oh, you know that three hour window when the kids have left for school, the time you get to do all the housework, reply to mail, research the radio funding, do the parish mag, phone the hospital to see how your mother is, take a quiet bath, pray, look after no.1, or just THINK....? Well tough".

That's all.

I mean, after thirteen months of this, all I really hope for is the dignity to reschedule my own life and not spend so much time playing catch-up. I refuse to follow the last two cats I owned and end up losing hair and needing vitamin injections....

21 January 2010

Oh Dear!

What an ugly layout. What was I up to? Why did I hide this blog? Who was I trying to impress by hiding the real me? Who cares?
Back for a day or two until I work out whether I was having a daft glitch, or being sensible.
But nobody's looking anyways - right?

Wow. Echo.