And yet, fireworks are going off outside. I feel so sorry for the stray cat living outside in our shed. I hope he’s tucked up out of the cold in the cat box we got him. We tried letting him into the house today because it’s so cold, but our cats objected strongly. They started yowling at him. And as they won’t let me take them to the vets to be inoculated I dare not let him stay inside.
It’s not good to have half an hour of loud fireworks. It’s even scaring the cats inside.
And yet in one country at least they have introduced silent fireworks. Surely we should do the same.
I want to sleep, I need to sleep. The noise is keeping me awake. I drift off into slumber, but wake because I can hear the noise outside, loud shouts and broken bits of arguments. Screams and music. But I nod off- +bibb ghn – typed on the screen without my knowledge.
Sleep tries to take hold and yawns crack my face. The screen on my phone darkens and I have to dart out a finger to keep it on. So tired…… Then car doors bang, two men shouting obscenities, a woman shouts and screams to be let in. Bright light in my living room burns through my eyelids… Awake again…
This is the finger positions fit the New world symphony that Im trying to learn. I can get the lower notes ( I still need to learn which notes are which). One thing with loud music being played outside is that no one can hear the notes I’ve been murdering in here!
I need to get my lips stronger to get a good embouchure. Practice is the only way to do it. At the moment the air escapes from the side of my mouth instead of going down the trumpet. Then there is the moisture from your breath. That’s why you have drainage holes to let it out.
Anyway maybe I will learn it well enough to play to people? We will see.
How do I draw the loud music coming from the pub over the road? It’s been going on since before we got in at 4pm and it’s 7pm now. It’s the base beat, it’s shaking the house. There are also people screaming and shouting. I’m trying to ignore it. But the window frames are rattling! It’s literally making my head hurt. My shoulders are tense. I feel very angry. But, the people there are very aggressive and I don’t feel able to challenge 30 or 40 of them.
Imagination is a good thing. But some of the things I’m thinking are very violent! How I wish I lived in the middle of a field, in the middle of the countryside. Trying to think of quiet things, but I’m still annoyed.
I’m praying for rain…. The pub across the road is playing music, which is OK, but the base beat is thudding and rattling our windows. It’s been going on for at least three hours. Imaging your heart beating at about double its usual speed. Thud thud, thu thu thud, thud. Argh! It’s louder than the TV. It’s louder than the people shouting over there to be heard above the music. Thud thu, thu thu thud. Argh.
I’m a peaceful person but I feel angry. This has been getting worse over recent months. No where to park because of the visitors. It’s so annoying. And it goes on late into the night. I feel like going and booking into a hotel.
I’m not happy to report it, the people over the road are not nice. I’m really nervous to have posted this but it’s frustrating. Oh well, I guess I need earplugs but I can feel the pressure of the sound waves through my body.
It’s dark outside, in two minutes it will be the longest day of the year. In one minute……
There’s shouting outside, raucous farewells from the pub we live near to. A car revvs loudly in the night, then screeches of up the hill. A woman screams with laughter, so loud it sounds like distress but it turns into a loud giggle.
The longest day has arrived, well actually it did an hour ago. But because we are now in British summertime, our 1am is 12 (midnight) in the rest of the timezone we are in.
The noises have faded. Perhaps they have gone home. Taking their fag ends with them I hope. That is something that really annoys me since the smoking ban. People smoke outside and then discard the cigarette butt’s.
Someone is walking past, heavy shoes Thudding on the pavement outside like a rushing heart beat.
I’d better get some sleep, today, now, is a sad day, a relative passed away a few years ago and I remember it being the 21st of June, the longest day. My memories are stirred every year at thus time.
I came downstairs about an hour ago and the sweet, loud, melodious song of birds was filling the air. At this time of year in the spring it seems louder and more beautiful than ever. Fizzing through the air like ripe electricity. A great pleasure to listen to.
Then cutting through it the insistent alarm call, not of a blackbird, but a ruddy car alarm! The bird song quietened for about five minutes, a car engine started up in the street, and traffic noise commenced. But soaring high above it the melodies of a Blackbird and its mate have resumed. Liquid notes rising and falling in complicated trills… And that ruddy car alarm again!