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!
It’s still blowing a gale out there as the partygoers shout and swear and slam their car doors shut and head off into the night.
There’s been flooding in the Conwy valley in Wales and in the north west of England. Scotland and Northern Ireland have also had their fair share. The situation is relatively normal for this time of year, but the number of floods we get most years seems to be increasing.
In the meantime on Friday young people from across the world went on strike again from school to protest about the state of the climate and how it is getting close to more than a 1.5 centigrade rise in average temperatures. If this happens the world climate may not recover and it is the young who will have to live with the consequences. Scientists have said that if things don’t get better in the next 12 years the world will reach a tipping point into climatic chaos.
It is interesting to reflect the differences in attitude of the partygoers tonight and young people across the world. It seems a tenuous link, but I think it may be valid. The difference between bad behaviour, fighting, swearing and a peaceful protest.
I leave you to decide.
It’s 1.30am and I’m being kept awake by a fast low beat and occasional bursts of shouting from the pub across the road. I will not identify them because I don’t wish to have trouble from them. But there are young families in the street and the noise has been getting worse recently after quietening down for a while. So I’m sitting here plotting revenge like raw prawns tucked under the seats? (Imagination only, I won’t follow through). But when you can hear the music over an adventure movie we were watching earlier you know its loud. Im hoping this is the last record as they tend to turn the sound up at the end of the night? No another record has come on. More thud bump thud. Like a fast heart beat.
The volume goes up and down. Like someone is opening a door and letting more sound out then closing it again. I think the people listening will be stone deaf by the time they are in their fifties! Me. I’m going to make a nice big mug of cocoa and try and relax… Oops loud again! Grr
My heart is thudding in my chest. I just heard something outside and now I don’t want to go to bed!
I put our empty milk bottles outside near the bins. They in turn are pushed up near the gate at the side of our house. The bottles are glass and they are out of the way so you can’t see them at night. About 10 minutes ago I heard one get knocked over. Then the shadow of a figure walked past the glass in the front door. I’d got the living room light switched off as I was preparing to go to bed.
We had my husbands motorbike taken a year ago although we got it back. We also had a bicycle stolen a couple of months ago. This has bought all those memories flooding back.
After a couple of minutes I turned on the living room light and looked out the door up the hill. I saw the figure of someone in a white hoody wandering slowly up the hill. What bothered me was he turned round and looked back. He was too far away to see features – about 100 yards so I doubt he could see much of me. But I’m in a dilemma. I’m tired out because I’m ill. On the other hand I want to stay awake a while longer in case he comes back. Logic tells me this is unlikely because he knocked over the bottle and secondly because I now have the light on and I looked out at him…. .
I hope he feels as spooked as I do! I have turned the radio off so I can hear any other sounds. We are having a ground anchor fitted for the motorbike and getting a heavy duty shed to store the bikes so hopefully that will deter people in future. A lot of these things are not planned but are done by opportunists . But I’m not going to bed yet!
Update: decided to ring the police. They will get someone to keep an eye out for him if they are in the area.
All I hear is chatter, chatter.
Shelves in the shed
Now who’s dead?
Rugby goal posts
He can’t stop talking
About mamod trains
Steam engine running.
Gas and Electric
Phone call chatting,
Over the radio,
Over the TV.
My mind switches off.
By his talking at me