The entire street is up in arms, because, after four blissful years of the road being closed the new bridge is up and the road re-opened...
Himself has already been the victim of a snotty bloke who shook his fist at him at seven in the morning while he was out with the dogs...didn't move to the side quickly enough apparently...don't suppose the driver was expecting to meet a peasant out so early...
Even the lad next door, who is no slouch to coming home at three am after a lock-in, is complaining bitterly because cars are going by all hours of the night and we haven't a clue who they are.
You get to know the sound of different vehicles you see...or rather we did...won't now with all and sundry abroad all day and night.
I managed to rouse myself enough to go shopping this afternoon...we went to Carrick-on-Shannon which is busy in the summer time with people collecting hire boats and drinking in the expensive hotels...but it was cold enough today though the sun was shining...the town was heaving. The main road in had a long, long tail back of traffic...Tesco's was just silly...packed to the rafters with people elbowing their way round...trolleys stuffed with boxes of over-priced chocolates and bunches of flowers dolled up in cellophane...
Went into Lidls afterwards which was almost as bad...at least the check-out people are friendly and smile at you in Lidls...they don't bother in Tesco's...
It was a day for children staring at me while trying to attract a parents attention at the same time to ask why that funny woman has those things in her nose...I beam at them and they look horrified...if their mothers wore skirts instead of skinny jeans I swear the poor mites would be hiding behind them...
Must be such a relief to peel those jeans off...
It was something of a relief to come home actually...serve us right for shopping on a Saturday.