Noisy Neighbours

Why are people so loud?

Twice recently, once last week and again on Sunday night, my next door neighbours were out for the evening.  On both occasions they got back at around 11.00pm and, both times, I was in bed, trying to sleep.  Bear in mind that this family includes three primary school age children.  Why were they out so late on two school nights?   And why, when they got home, didn’t they respect the fact that it was late at night, most of the neighbours would probably be in bed?  Car doors were slammed and no attempt was made to keep voices down.   The children were allowed to laugh and shriek, loudly, which was no surprise, really, as the mother is the loudest of the lot.  A loud shouty voice and language that would make a trooper blush.  

The couple opposite are no better.  The husband runs a burger van and every morning at about 6.30am he gets a delivery of bread rolls.  The delivery driver turns up in a diesel van which he leaves running and he has the radio on at top volume while he unloads the bread.  If the husband is around he’ll go out for a chat which competes to be heard against the radio and then when he leaves at 7.00am he sounds his horn as he pulls out of his drive to let his wife know he’s going; his wife who is standing on the doorstep waving him good-bye.

I don’t want to fall out with any of these people.   We live on a small cul-de-sac where everyone (with one notable exception) gets on well together.  For all that she’s loud and sweary the woman next door is otherwise pleasant and friendly and although she and the dad give the impression that they’re dragging rather than bringing the children up, the children are beautifully behaved, friendly and so polite.   The couple opposite are also lovely people.  Helpful and friendly and always willing to do anyone a favour.  Just a little aside here: some months ago he asked us if we would take delivery of an ebay purchase while he and his wife were on holiday.  It turned out to be a Landrover tyre which sat in our hall for a few days until they returned.  The normal ‘gift’ for this sort of favour would be a bottle of wine or similar but, as we are teetotal he rewarded us with a box of industrial bin bags which he acquired from the neighbouring Town Council.  It’s the thought that counts….   So we want to remain on good terms with our nearest neighbours.

I guess we’re just going to have to learn to live with the noise.

Here’s Marbles:

The Generosity of Strangers

On Thursday evening (or was it Friday morning), we noticed a small tray of seedlings perched on our back wall.  Further investigation revealed them to be tomato plants.

As you can see from the photo, there is a bungalow over the wall sitting side-on to us with the front garden behind the tall wall.  We know that the occupant has a vegetable plot in his back garden so it’s unlikely he was planting tomatoes in the front and, even if he was, why would he have put the tray of plants in a place which was awkward for him to reach?  Could he have left them there for us?

When I got home from work on Friday I found that the answer to this last question was ‘yes’.  I have never met the man over the back wall, never spoken to him and wouldn’t recognise him if I did see him.  However, at some point on Friday my husband was in our garden and this man, we think his name is Barry, called to him to tell him that the plants were his surplus and he thought we might like them.  Wasn’t that kind?  Six free tomato plants from someone we didn’t know.

Now, I don’t want to sound ungrateful but I don’t really want them, or need them.  I sowed some tomato seeds in January which have just sprouted.

I grew tomatoes in my greenhouse last year and the fruits which fell to the ground have self-seeded.

I’ve got more tomato plants than I know what to do with.  A couple of the women I work with enjoy gardening and would like to be self-sufficient but small gardens and a lack of allotments makes it difficult.  I’ll take my own surplus into work and see if anyone is interested.

I’ve decided that Marbles is a socialist cat.  A leaflet from the Tory party was delivered today.  Marbles promptly sat on it with his bottom positioned directly over the local candidate’s face.  Wise cat – I think I’ll put him on the electoral roll.IMG_3119