Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Today, using my razor sharp wit, special-forces training and highly developed sense of investigative skill, I arrived at the fact that the shouty kids next door must surely break up for Christmas holidays very soon. This means that the regular 6.45-8.45 shouty routine will extend into a Leo Sayer (all dayer) of noise, door banging and swearing.
I may need to use one of the 19 green tea tea bags I have left in the house, apparently a natural source of calm and antioxidants but then again, Osama Bin Laden would have to move in next door before I was tempted to the green side.
All day noise and shouting might be a bit taxing on my vast levels of calm and tolerance, and in fairness I will be in and out of BS5 over the season anyhow. All that said, today's shouty hours were actually very positive for the first time....well, ever really. I only heard one exasperated 'FUCK!' and the rest was all happy singing led by Dad and races around the house full of giggles and delighted squeals. Maybe the Christmas spirit is upon no 55.