Hi everyone. I'm feeling really stressed right now which isn't helping my fibro relapse/injury recovery one bit.
A year ago, my OH and I bought our first house, a lovely period conversion which used to be an old church - it's over a hundred years old and has quite a few original features. It's quirky and probably not everyone's cup of tea but it's ours. We are just starting to make it look like home, which has taken a long time because I am as much use as a chocolate tea pot when it comes to moving furniture around etc so I've had to rely on my OH to do it all.
The entrance to the property has a small patio garden which is framed with a five foot wall, beyond which is the old cemetery. Recently, whilst I've been recovering from my injury, I've been sitting on the doorstep at night, just basking in the moonlight. I have felt so relaxed and peaceful there. it was lovely. My peace has been short lived, however, because this week the house next door to our living room has new tenants. A family has moved in complete with screaming children of all ages, who seem to be left to run amok. As the house has wooden/laminate flooring throughout it sounds like a herd of elephants have moved in. The 2 girls who live behind us are at their wits end as well. I should be grateful that WE don't have to witness the chain-smoking ASBO teenagers who sit on the doorstep all day shouting and swearing. Their back window, however overlooks our patio, which has never bothered me until now and there has been several tenants there in the past year, but now it's horrible. It has pushed my stress levels through the roof.
I lived in a flat previously and I know inside out the process for reporting anti social behavior; keeping diaries etc, as I had problems a couple of years ago with a girl who was having parties till all hours in the morning. I guess, like a lot of you, one of my symptoms is extreme sensitivity to light and noise. I'm now sitting here on edge waiting for them to come back home and start making a racket.
Some of my friends are coming over on Friday for my birthday so I'm planning to make as much noise as possible although they will be gone well before midnight. I joked that I would hold a 'satanic' (not really, but I doubt they will know any different) full moon/Samhain ritual in the garden and hopefully scare them away. What I don't understand is how so many people can be living in a 2 bedroom property. I have spent all day on google trying to find out who the letting agency is cos I'm sure they will be breaking their tenancy agreement by being a nuisance. It is a private let, not council. I'm trying to be sympathetic to the fact that she/they have kids but really, if I'd behaved like that when I was little I'd have got a smack. I'm not suggesting that she hits her kids, just that she controls them and tells them to keep quiet. I was brought up to respect other people. I even felt guilty bidding against people on ebay - till I lost quite a few items with 10 seconds to go. Now I snipe with the best of them - all's fair in love and auctions it seems. I know that banging on walls usually just results in losing half the plaster. All we've been able to do is turn the tv up and hope they get the hint.
I'm tempted to take up the stair carpet so they can hear my cats thundering up and down the stairs but that wouldn't be fair to the girls the other side of the back wall. I also hope that it doesn't force them to move cos they are a really nice couple.
I'm still in pain from my accident, I have no energy at all and now I can't even sleep during the day cos of the chavbos next door. On top of this, my pony has developed bald patches and I can't get up to see him more than once a week. He's being taken good care of by my wonderful friend and hopefully it's just his summer coat shedding and not something more sinister.
I at least have my wonderful partner looking after me and my gorgeous bengal kittens to entertain me with their antics. I really want to start writing again, but my brain is like cream cheese. I get ideas in my head but everything get's scrambled when it comes to writing it down.
Sorry for the rant and such a long post - I just had to vent - ARRRRGH!
On a lighter note I did get a pair of designer boots worth £180 for £26! Of course they are too nice to actually wear lol.
I'll shut up now
Wishing you all a peaceful and pain-free week