Hello … we (that is me and the boys) were delivered safely home at 11:30 today. It was a stressful morning and since we arrived home the boys having checked out their garden have slept; taking 10 minutes to eat their tea and scout outside again. They have not slept for 10 hours at a time for the whole of last week!
We were aiming to start out no later than 09:00 and at 07:45 I went to get dressed and shove the last couple of things in my packing. The boys were in the company of Moo and Mother in the kitchen. I had only been 5 minutes and was half way through my face when hell broke loose! Mother screamed into the lounge followed by the three dogs and berated Daddy because she was left alone with these terribly disobedient dogs (those will be the ones sitting up watching her shove food into a bag for me to bring home). So I stopped getting ready and went to supervise the dogs in the lounge because Daddy was been sent on an errand out to the car.
Fifteen minutes later I was able to finish my face then get the dogs into the car. Loading took a few more minutes and at 08:20 I was in the car waiting to go. Ten minutes later we were off. Dog was better on this journey – much less crying and woofing and wee man just lay down.
I had had a really strange feeling about leaving the house this time – sufficiently strong to take important paperwork with me for safety! Anyway all was fine when we returned and once the car was unloaded the boys settled right in at home. My backpack is unpacked and tomorrow I can do laundry and some shopping oh and book the wee man in for his jags.
But first … sleep! I have only had one interrupted night in 7 days and even that was only six hours … my electric blanket is making my bed cosy and familiar and in just a moment the boys are going out for bed time pees and then to their bed … sweet dreams everyone.
“Here I Am” (Lyrics sung by Leona Lewis) and PUP!! This is a crazy world These can be lonely times It’s hard to know who’s on your side Most of the time Who can you really trust Who do you really know Is there anybody out there Who can make you feel less alone Some times you just can’t make it on your own If you need a place where you can run If you need a shoulder to cry on I’ll always be your friend When you need some shelter from the rain When you need a healer for your pain I will be there time and time again When you need someone to love you Here I am, hmmm If you have broken dreams Just lay them all on me I’ll be the one who understands So take my hand If you reach emptyness You know I’ll do my best To fill you up with all the love That I can show someone I promise you you’ll never walk alone Well if you need a place where you can run If you need a shoulder to cry on I’ll always be your friend When you need some shelter from the rain When you need a healer for your pain I will be there time and time again When you need someone to love you Here I am, oooo Everybody needs somebody who keep a heart and soul in two Well if you need a place where you can run If you need a shoulder to cry on I’ll always be your friend When you need some shelter from the rain When you need a healer for your pain I will be there time and time again When you need someone to love you Here I am, Here I am
My special boys excelled themselves today … do you here the sarcasm? No? well let me spell it out! I woke up at 05:30 with a dehydrated headachey pre-migraine feeling; so I got up and sipped water, popped to the loo and then went back to bed. I had just got to sleep when the first squeaking started until I got up again to let Dog out for a poo (to be fair he never asks unless it is urgent – but why today when I get a chance of a longer sleep?)
I took a painkiller, more sips of water and got settled back in to bed … I had just got to sleep when more squeaking started – Pup this time! So I dragged myself out of bed, grumpily pulled on a hoody over my PJs and slipped my feet into my FitFlops. I opened the crate and Pup set off to retrieve stuff. I grumbled him and removed the stolen items to get him out of the bedroom. Now Dog started barking stupidly … so I got delayed getting to the back door and Pup pissed in the utility room.
So today should have been receiving my order of dog food … it started badly – I slept about 4 hours between traffic queues and then drifted back off after another 4 hours of revving engines only to find when I came to I had missed the Postie – so the packet s/he was delivering will have to wait until Tuesday. I also had an e-mail awaiting from my Neighbour and I am genuinely pleased that they got to sleep last night having got the generator relocated.
I had breakfast – it was a struggle to be honest – and with the tracking on the dog food order still saying the parcel was in Nuneaton I e-mailed Amazon to enquire. I did get a reply to confirm it would now not be delivered until Tuesday! So the dogs and I set off for a mooch during which Pup met his beasts again and Dog coped very well with a rather vocal and full on Gordon Setter. Then I went to Forfar and walked right round the Loch taking photos as I went:
Okay I know that is a small picture and grainy – it was taken last night at 23:30 with flash outside my house. What you are looking at is the rubber strip (supposed to be holding down the electric cable) and the electric cable to the traffic lights all tangled up and dragged 40m along the road from the place where it was twisting yesterday evening at 18:15 to outside my porch. The traffic lights that had been attached were lying in the road 40m from where they had been stood and neither set of lights was working because the generator had also been dragged along the road and landed in the roadworks right outside my neighbours bedroom window.
I couldn’t just go to bed and leave that so I called the Police again. While I waited I hauled that tangle onto the side of the road where the traffic wasn’t. The Police came down really quickly and tidies up the other debris. At 01:06 I was woken up by the GAP traffic light maintenance person and his van and trailer. The lights had been reinstated with the generator unbelievably left under my neighbours bedroom window and switched back on. Read More…
I finished last night with the Polis at my door?
Now okay I did not mind the nice young policeman chapping my door even though it was late evening (and with my two boys I didn’t feel unsafe answering the door). But I got to thinking then about how much those roadworks are impacting on my life:
Monday it was so noisy I had to go sit outside on the Commonty to hear myself think (although of course I couldn’t hear myself and sitting outside in the pollen was probably unhelpful). The noise of the pneumatic drills has stopped but now we have the hum of the generator operating the traffic lights and cars sitting idling outside all hours of the day and night. At 2am I had someone outside waiting for the traffic lights with their car stereo belting out …
I didn’t even get told the roadworks would be on this week nor how long for and so far they have sat for two days with no activity going on. The roadworks also involve holes dug in the pavement so taking he boy through to their walk is interesting … made even more so by the sign and cones which had been moved and left against/outside my porch so I could barely get out and the barrier which had fallen down – so that had to be sorted before we went off anywhere.
On the way back with the dogs I was faced with two adult males on bicycles on the pavement – so I had to move the dogs off the pavement or get run over. If you cannot safely cycle on the road don’t cycle – you do not have right of way on the pavement and certainly not to shove pedestrians out of your way!
When did everyone decide that they were above everyone else? that common courtesy and consideration were no longer necessary? My neighbour is having an extension built and I am the default goto for her roadworks when they cause problems. People chuck litter out of their car because they cannot be bothered to find a bin and their clean car is more important than our clean earth. Pavement hogs think they have right of way and Mr Disco on Wheels obviously thinks we all want to “Kill the DJ” in the early hours?
Just anti social and loutish behaviour and we wonder why our communities are failing?
Then I took myself off to see Evelyn – I appreciate I have not visited for 3 days and that at 85 it is easy to become increasingly impatient with things not happening quick enough BUT in front of another visitor I was greeted by “Oh you have bothered to spare me a minute then? go on ask me how I got on at the hospital on Friday?” “Why will you tell me something different to you told me on Saturday?” “No … oh so it is only a few days since you popped in?” I understand, really I do and love the wee auld wifie BUT I have a life too!
The boys hold me to ransom too – but their ransom fee is a walk – which I enjoy (apart form the selfish cyclists) so here are some pictures: enjoy – if you want but don’t feel you have to look if I have taken up too much of your time already; I appreciate your visit today and hope you will drop by when you have time.
I want to make it clear I am not talking about cocktails in the wee early hours of the morning! No I am referring to balls of ice and snow being thrown!
There I was all cosy and asleep when … thud, thwack … I was rudely awakened by a large vehicle hurling a sort of snowball at my bedroom window – I only know what happened because last year one of the buses did it to the lounge window during the day. So there I was awake and could I get back to sleep? no!
I thought I would sleep well last night after taking the sea air … alas I could not get settled – it felt like there was a draught coming in under the duvet – I can never find the source of a draught when that happens it just irritates me. Eventually after a bathroom visit an a good shuffle around I found the cosy ‘setting’ I had been looking for and drifted off … only to be woken what seemed like 10 minutes (but was in fact a good four hours) later by Pup. It was our normal getting up time so quite reasonable that he was ready to do so.
I quickly pulled on some layers, went to the loo and then let the dogs out for a pre breakfast poo and pee. They breakfasted and I had just sat down with my toast (second batch the first got burned) and coffee when the noise started next door. 8am on a Saturday and they are taking out a window – which they then broke – ready to move the building materials into/through the house. I understand there will be an element of noise and disruption – but why 8am on a Saturday and WHY do they have to be shouting to each other while they work? The noise got Pup upset and then riled so he was hackled up and barking and in short my breakfast relaxation was spoiled.