To any of my dear friends who used to see me as a proper blogger,
Right now I realise this must look like repository of occasional complaints. That's probably exactly what it is, these days. In fact if t turns into nothing more than a public list of the shenanigans my depressing neighbour gets up to, ready for, I don't know, complaining to the Council or whatever one does, then thats just OK with me.
Please accept my apologies and just move along, I understand!
By the way, its a quarter past eight in the morning and for the past half hour at least he has been 'tinkering' in his garage. The wall of his garage is three foot from the wall of the room I am working in and we seem to share foundations. He's moved on from apparently taking a sledgehammer to something to making noises like he's dragging car engines, or possibly corpses, across the concrete floor. Its not the noise that gets me so much as the sensation as it rumbles up through my chair. Not conducive to thinking, at all.
Ignorant ignorant ignorant selfish ...... I'm trying not to insult, but to vent my exasperation using true statements. I think I managed. The frustration is unbelievable, though. I had an oasis here, for fifteen wonderful years. He moved in and I lost it.
OK clearing down now. Breathing in mental peace.......breathing out the blah blah blah........... Oh shit, he's started up again louder. Does she lock him out after breakfast, or something?
16 February 2010
15 February 2010
Oh what a surprise.
Its the school half term.
Its the first day since Christmas that nobody in this house has needed to be up with the lark.
Therefore, next door has the builders in, doing something to the roof.
Again.
Figures.
Its the first day since Christmas that nobody in this house has needed to be up with the lark.
Therefore, next door has the builders in, doing something to the roof.
Again.
Figures.
04 February 2010
Waiting for the Nurse to phone
Today I am typing this whilst wearing a neck brace. Its a large, moulded sponge NHS brace with an intrinsic cover made of stockinette and a velcro fastening at the back. Not a natural fibre in sight. I looked them up online - its a 'budget' brace and the manufacturer sells them at £3.50 per unit.
Earlier today I was also wearing moisturised tissues, tucked in around the brace, to try and stop it from rubbing my chin any more raw.
They weren't working. The copious applications of antiseptic cream I applied last night weren't working either - in fact they made it sting even more. Just now (and I am SO glad he never bothers to read this) I am sat here with my husbands best yellow silk tie, the one with the tiny polka dots, tied around my head to soothe the welt, just so I can keep looking down at the keyboard. Now THAT's working. I just double knotted a beautiful item made of dry-clean-only, heavy duty, pure silk. Top quality accessory, that.
I don't care.
Friction or allergy - I really have no idea. I simply have a very very VERY red chin, but hey, what's another indignity in the grand scheme of things? This is why I'm waiting for the nurse to phone; to see whether there's a better version of the brace for allergy sufferers (the NHS do that a lot - issue the cheapest tat first, just in case its good enough) or whether, because I can slide my chin inside the collar if I want to, I need to go down a size. There are only three sizes. I know that from the website. Maybe the next one down would cut the blood off altogether. Hmm, choices, choices.
Something, anything, even an unofficial, under-the-table DIY natural-fibre padding trick that doesn't involve wrapping ties round ones head, would be so gratefully received.
I WAS looking like one of those hamster cheeked grannies that one might except to be occupying a wipe-clean fireside chair, wearing a floral frock and her tights around her ankles. Now its gone beyond Pythonesque. Is looking ridiculous preferable to looking decrepit? Defiinitely.
I guess that's the price you pay.
Earlier today I was also wearing moisturised tissues, tucked in around the brace, to try and stop it from rubbing my chin any more raw.
They weren't working. The copious applications of antiseptic cream I applied last night weren't working either - in fact they made it sting even more. Just now (and I am SO glad he never bothers to read this) I am sat here with my husbands best yellow silk tie, the one with the tiny polka dots, tied around my head to soothe the welt, just so I can keep looking down at the keyboard. Now THAT's working. I just double knotted a beautiful item made of dry-clean-only, heavy duty, pure silk. Top quality accessory, that.
I don't care.
Friction or allergy - I really have no idea. I simply have a very very VERY red chin, but hey, what's another indignity in the grand scheme of things? This is why I'm waiting for the nurse to phone; to see whether there's a better version of the brace for allergy sufferers (the NHS do that a lot - issue the cheapest tat first, just in case its good enough) or whether, because I can slide my chin inside the collar if I want to, I need to go down a size. There are only three sizes. I know that from the website. Maybe the next one down would cut the blood off altogether. Hmm, choices, choices.
Something, anything, even an unofficial, under-the-table DIY natural-fibre padding trick that doesn't involve wrapping ties round ones head, would be so gratefully received.
I WAS looking like one of those hamster cheeked grannies that one might except to be occupying a wipe-clean fireside chair, wearing a floral frock and her tights around her ankles. Now its gone beyond Pythonesque. Is looking ridiculous preferable to looking decrepit? Defiinitely.
I guess that's the price you pay.
01 February 2010
Happy Sigh
Next door's porch fitters came and finished the job, this morning. I've been living on tenterhooks, all week, wondering when the drilling will start again, but when they finally pulled up in two white vans looking for all the world like the tea-brewing, cell-phone waving mafia, they turned out to be quiet and professional and gone in no time. Just goes to show, you can't tell a prat by his parka.
After they'd left, him next door found a few things that just had to be done in his garage, and pottered around with the garage door wide open to the street, until he was satisfied that enough people had noticed his new UPVC door with faux leaded lights.
I hope he's happy, I really do, but I give it a week until he thinks of something else that needs tearing down and replacing.
After they'd left, him next door found a few things that just had to be done in his garage, and pottered around with the garage door wide open to the street, until he was satisfied that enough people had noticed his new UPVC door with faux leaded lights.
I hope he's happy, I really do, but I give it a week until he thinks of something else that needs tearing down and replacing.
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