The gas board are causing bigger eruptions and sparking more verbal fireworks than you will ever find at a Bonfire night display for my neighbours and I. For the past 2 weeks, without end in sight, they have been digging up the entire length of the road to replace everyones fittings to plastic. I live on the main village road and the houses are an assortment built over the past 200 years or so, from the oldest terraces, then the semis and newest, with odd exception, the detached. As you can imagine the terraces have to park their cars on the road, as do a few of the semis. The gas board in their ultimate wisdom, instead of going all down one side of the road, then making good before starting on the other side, have decided to just leave one side in chaos and carry on the other side. The road is narrow to start with, they have also dug up the side road and put traffic lights on it. Bedlam has ensued, fisticuffs and expletives are rife. The sound of pneumatic drills is driving me to distraction, to the point where I am thinking of taking a kitbag into work and not bothering to come home between shifts. I am lucky enough to have a long drive, though to access it means driving down 100 yards or so of shared access with my neighbour. The said neighbour has no drive at the end of the access, but I agreed years ago that they could park 1 car at the bottom as We would still be able to get our vehicles past it to get in and out ( tight when it's the landrover, but still able). With all this hassle of the road and parking, I have let them bring their other car down and leave it at the top. Here's the rub, we have 4 vehicles and are in and out quite frequently, and yesterday when my son needed them to move their car for the 3rd time he got quite a 'cold shoulder' and comments. I don't know what to do now, whether to tell them that I am no longer going to be considerate and let them park in the access or to just bite my tongue. After all, we are inconveniencing ourselves with keep having to ask them to move the car, but have tried to be good neighbours and seem to be having it thrown back in our faces.
What has this to do with healthy eating? STRESS, that's what. Lack of sleep and tensions are testing my will power to the extreme. The kids are tetchy too and I am diffusing arguments constantly. AAAARGGGGHHHHHH. Earplugs do not work and the house is vibrating with the drills. I ate a big bag of crisps yesterday, first in a long while and I am craving them and crusty french bread as I type.
This simply won't do. Right, bl***y rain or not, I am hooking the dog up and going for a trek over the muddy fields. Maybe I can stomp this irritation away.
Have a better day than me folks, this grumpy mare is signing off for now. π€π π