Sunday, May 19, 2013
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Most anti-social neighbours build huge tall fences. Sigh. I fear I may have to write a note (yes a note because I'm not stupid enough to go to her door and give her the opportunity for another shout) regarding them hacking in to the new hedge when it grows - and they will.
Ex had offered to build a fence, knowing his capacity for letting us down I said no. It would probably have been better to wait ten years for the joy of a fence they couldn't peek over.
God but it's petty and I hate it but they have very little in their lives to contend with so this is their sustenance.
|To think of better days and not care, not be pulled into this nonsense. I need some good luck to come our way.|
Sunday, May 05, 2013
I have a problem. Not a major problem and I am sure many would hashtag it as a "firstworldproblem" which is patronising and condescending in both meaning and action.
Anyway I have a problem. I'm crap at lying. Oh I don't mean the little white lies: the "of course I don't mind you being late", the "that dress is fine" even the "no, no, I'm fine". I mean the great big fanciful whoppers. The ones told that when found out make me always puzzle at the effort put in by people not usually known for their sparkling imagination. With my reputation I rarely get asked for an opinion they don't want to here, tactfully put is what occurs after I've said it.
This is a problem mainly because when someone then tells an untruth about me, well I would travel the world to prove it wrong if I could. It has happened often and every time has been infuriating.
Yesterday it happened again and in such a peculiar way.
So, back story time. Since last year there has been a cracking great gap in the fence between our garden and the woman next-door's. Previously known as nutty neighbour due to her behaviour she is now known as nasty neighbour and suddenly I see why other neighbours are feart of her.
I bought some hedging plants to replace the fence, to join on to the existing hedge. Out I go, merrily digging away a small trench where the fence was and not on her side of the boundary. Out she comes shouting and swearing and all of a sudden making accusations that I called the social workers on her because her 15 year old daughter "was seen having sex in a field". Well now.
That is one way to broadcast to the entire neighbourhood what your kid gets up to. The long and short of it is, she threatened to tell social workers on me (possibly for random hedge planting, I don't know) and also to punch my face. Both of which I dared her to do - what? I was boiling angry by then.
I dislike the fact I lowered myself to her level and gave twice as good as I got. I dislike the fact she said such horrible things like they were fact. She said her social worker told her it was me and a quick call will be getting made to the department on Tuesday, even the bank holiday is annoying me now.
My inability to smooth over life with a coating of lies has once again caused me irritation. I just cannot let it lie.
(Note on gap-in-the-fence fixingfrom advice given by both lawyer and property expert friends - I'm in the right. Also I would have told her had I not made it my priority to avoid all contact with her for matters I may inflict on here at some point. And that's before mentioning that all other neighbours do the same.)
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
About two or so years ago both Hobbits decided they would like pets of their own. I had the dog, the cats...well they had themselves and whoever had a warm lap on offer but the boys, geared on by their friends' pet ownership, wanted to take care of something by themselves.
As they already unquestioningly help care for the current pets I was fairly open to this suggestion. Now what would the pet be?
Having had a guinea pig & hamster I knew the ropes as far as those animals were concerned. Rabbits, well I've never thought they particularly liked small people that much & remembering my aunt's beast, who would eat the curtains & attack any ankle that dared pass by, we quickly ruled that out. I would have loved another guinea pig, Brownie (for that was her name) would cuddle into my cardi as I did my homework, making those adorable squeaks as she chatted away to me. What can I say, being an only child sucked.
Rules were set out, the pets would be each boy's responsibility. Before they were chosen each boy would also have to show a good knowledge of care. I've raised the boys to understand animals have a right to be cared for properly & it is something we are all passionate about.
Eldest decided on a hamster, along came Dragonborn & he does a good job of looking after him. I showed him how to clean the cage twice & Eldest has done everything himself since, more than occasionally getting annoyed when I say "Have you remembered...?" Eye roll & sarcastic inflect on response "Yes, mum!"
Youngest, however, set his heart on a gecko of all things. Oh crikey, thought I, how would you take care of that? Unlike Eldest I would have no tips or prior experience. Youngest was set the task to become a gecko expert & had to wait until I felt he was old enough for the this.
Patience pays off & welcome to the clan Arby the leopard gecko!
She's very sweet & has taken to perching on Youngest's shoulder when out of her vivarium. Incredibly nosy, she'll come running up to see who's come into the room & will tap the glass with her fingernails to be let out. Youngest hovers around the thermometer, updating nearly hourly until I told him, unless its too hot or too cold don't worry! The live hoppers are fairly stupid, we covered up their pen to stop them banging the side with their heads. All in all she is a great addition to the family.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Find a happy calm in everything that surrounds you.