Saturday, 5 November 2011
Who says living in the country is peaceful?
I don't just mean the noise from the cows, sheep, chickens and donkeys. I can live with those..in fact I find them quite comforting. It's everything else that's going on at the moment.
The washing machine is chugging away...it's on it's last legs so is getting noisier by the day.
Mr A is at the back of the house removing large rocks from the wall and throwing them down into the garden with a huge thud.
The woman who lives down below our house, who has learning disabilities, is being noisier than ever today. She is always shouting or wailing at the cats or anyone else she takes a dislike to, but today she is excelling herself. When she starts, my dogs bark at her. She shouts louder...they bark louder.
Mr A has just shouted at her to be quiet. She stopped for two minutes and then started up again. Then her husband started shouting at her. He is partially deaf so shouts louder than most people. They are now both shouting at each other...and my neighbour has joined in. Oh...and wait a minute...another neighbour has arrived to find out what all the shouting is about.
I am about to take myself off to the bedroom and plug in my headphones.
I crave peace and quiet.