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.
6 comments:
You want to try living with them.......
ah, now the mother in me wants to say that you were once a riotous child who the next door neighbor complained about. I do have issue with using that sort of language with munchkins around how on earth does anyone expect them to be respectful to their elders if they are allowed to speak that way? But that is completely my opinion and my dear daughter got in trouble for asking me (after watching Harry Potter) what 'Bloody Hell' meant. I might be a little conservative about language...and children.
No 55, if that's genuinely you, I hope I wasn't rude or anything!
Doesn't matter if it is #55, still true and you are not rude.
Before you go dipping into the green tea (ick) go for the other herbal stuff.
Ick indeed, Scarogosun! Early Grey is as far as I would step....
Or Lord Lucan even!! ;)
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