I am speaking to you today via a little yellow ethernet cable. I am actually joined to the net. I feel in touch.
I am staying with my Dad for the night, having brought him his birthday present, and three lovely grandchildren to coo over. The trouble is, it was Fireworks' Night last week. 'Last Week?' I hear you cry. 'So what's the trouble?'
The trouble is that the anti-social nouveax-riches of the home counties, think it's acceptable to blast rockets sky high for over an hour while much of the world (inlcuding 99% of the little kids) is/are trying to relax and/or sleep. It would be tolerable if it hadn't already been going on for three weeks.
I have three screaming children upstairs. Actually, I haven't - the fireworks have stopped at last, and the kids have (miraculously) gone back to sleep - otherwise I wouldn't be down here writing this; but, God, it makes my blood boil.
Sorry. Rant over.
Posted today's Message at 21:57.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
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4 comments:
Great message again Leigh. I found yesterday a bit of a struggle - maybe my muse had gone for a coffee too!
I bloody hate 'em too. Last night there were bombs everywhere. Pah and humbug.
Helen - Ha ha ha. Maybe she had. Well, just sit her down with a nice cup of tea, and a chocolate digestive...you know the rules.
Oh, Lane, I'm glad I'm not the only one. Mrs Killjoy, me. I really don't mind them that much, but when it goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and...you get the picture.
three weeks of fireworks?? how annoying. I'd be irritated (I mean, furious) too!
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