Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Neighbourhood

You know you're having an exciting Sunday morning when your chief concern is whether it is going to rain again on your newly washed clothes. I think I may have been mumbling obscenities to the clouds in the back garden.
I wonder if I'm a bad neighbour. At 4am last Friday/Saturday morning, I became obsessed in wanting to play Holland 1945. So I did. A neighbour came out and stared at Liam and Hannah having a crafty cigarette.
I've just been playing music loudly again, and considering there is a new baby in the house, then maybe they've decided I'm a twat. I'm not the quietest, and talking to the clouds isn't going to make them think "Glenn next door seems really awesome".
A couple of months ago the man neighbour came round. As I answered the door he seemed really on edge and he asked me if I'd put a note through his door about their dog. I said I hadn't and he showed me this mental note which read something like

"If you don't shut that dog up then I'll kill it. The neighbours"

The dog is still there. It isn't dead and I think he has an idea who sent it. But, it can't have been easy going round people's houses and asking if they wanted to kill his dog.
He must have considered it might have been me though. He obviously believes I'm an animal killer. he should have seen me picking snails off my drive on Friday night rather than run them over. Then again, that might have made him think I was a bit strange.
Speaking of the neighbours, the other day the very same man was remonstrating with the kid who lives diagonally opposite. I don't know what it was about and considered playing the peacemaker (the successful stopping of fisticuffs in a pizza restaurant has gone to my head - it will inevitably all end up a bit "Stand By Me"), but I walked on by. The kid in question has recently turned teenager, and has gone from being a small helpful child who just wanted to play sport, to some sort of feral moping teenager, forever scowling at everyone through his zit-lined countenance.
So yeah, police arrived and everything. Nobody was carted away and an uneasy truce has fallen across Crofters Green again.

1pm (ish). What do I do now? Do I do the washing up that needs to be done? Tiday the living room? Clean the bathroom? Find some bands to play at the Indietron bash? Or should I sit on the sofa and watch any old rubbish on the TV?

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