This time of year is always the time that I start to think about making changes:
No...I'm not ready to retire just yet and neither is Stu. Way too young for that!
I am just so uninspired by our surroundings. Altrincham feels grubby (this could be due to the amount of building work going on at the end of our road). I want to be able to see more than the occasional robin, long-tailed tit or blackbird who brave our tiny garden. I want a view that stretches for miles. Where are nearest neighbour isn't within touching distance.
On the subject of neighbours - we live in a terraced house. We're not particularly unlucky with neighbours. We have a great couple next door. On one side of us.
I really try hard to like the other two. But to be honest they are pushing my patience. We have lived next door to them for over ten years - with two growing children and two border collies. You'd think that through the kids' teenage years we would have had complaints about music blaring. Or perhaps a comment about the dog's barking at odd hours. But no.
They held back...only to release their middle-aged moaning, over the past 3-4 years,against Joe: Joe and his tv and a previous girlfriend's high-pitched voice. Seriously I got an in-depth account of just how irritating her voice was. I also learned that the neighbour knew exactly what time said girlfriend would be round and what shifts she worked at a local supermarket. A tad creepy to be honest.
The latest complaint came in the shape of a rather formal, signed letter - to Joe. The day after he had a few friends round - late on a Saturday night. Just to clarify...I would be annoyed too if my next door neighbours were making a racket (music and loud voices) at 2am. But what I find quite odd is that they didn't make any complaint at the time of the crime - they waited until the next day. And even worse, in the letter they also referred to a similar occasion the previous year (which they didn't mention at the time) - where they had just learned that a close family member was terminally ill. And how learning that on the same day as Joe had friends round was truly distressing. HANG ON A MOMENT. What the hell is the point of saying something now - months after the fact. Knock on the door at the time...explain to Joe (who isn't a complete ignoramus btw) and ask him to be more considerate.
Shit - this has turned into a massive rant. But they make me cross. I'll stop...my blood pressure is rising.
Back to a change. So, to avoid killing my neighbours, we are starting to consider a move.
Of course as Joe is still 'living at home' (his clothes, TV and playstation live here) I might have to ask the neighbours if Joe can move in with them.
Actually I can't get off the topic of the neighbours.
So here's a picture of my little angel