My neighbours suck!
I wish I could afford to move, but it's not possible right now, and anyway the kids don't want to move to where I want to move to. The middle of nowhere! Miles from town, NO NEIGHBOURS! I'm getting old, and grumpy. I want to play my music loud, whenever I want to, to my hearts content. But I don't, 'cos I've got neighbours, and I am considerate, and I understand that one just cannot play ones music loud and hearty at 3AM, 'cos one has got neighbours, with kids, and jobs to get up early for to go to. I understand that. I do. But do my FUCKING neighbours understand that? Do they? DO THEY FUCK! Last night was the last night of being tolerant! NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY! I have asked them to be quieter, I have. As has Mrs. Philason, but they are usually so wasted that it's not worth the fucking effort. So from now on the first line is calling the Gardaí (cops) to report a disturbance (to my family). I would rather we all live in harmony, I really would, but ya know, life is too short to be waiting for other people to come up to my standards, so fuck 'em.
Happy Sunday all. Much Love. :¬)