Who in their right minds thinks that using an petrol-powered garden strimmer at 07:30 on a Sunday morning is a reasonable thing to do? If it were me, I would feel selfish, guilty, self-conscious every time I pulled the trigger… irrespective of whether I wanted to get it done so I could watch the tennis this afternoon, or take little Jonny to his football match, etc.
Anyway, one of our delightful neighbours clearly doesn’t have the same hang-ups as me.
[I think we will come back to this is the future as I tend to feel guilty or responsible for a lot of things I shouldn’t, thus adding to the stress in my (former) life]
In our house, we tend to have special sensory powers – each of us has been given a “gift” that makes us super-sensitive to a specific sense. Louise has a “super” sense of smell. For me, it’s my hearing. Noise does my nut! I’m not super-sensitive in that I can’t handle loud sounds, but I start to struggle with multiple concurrent sounds and, if you couldn’t guess, inappropriate noises when I’m trying to sleep!
I suspect I’ll discover the guilty party when I’m on my morning walk. When I’ll do, I’ll look in an extremely disapproving, but unobtrusive way to register our disgust.
I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s the neighbours that have recently applied for planning permission. I was going to let my opportunity to review their plans slide as they’re unlikely to impact us in any way, but perhaps I should re-consider. perhaps they are planning a Bell Tower, or converting their garden into a Chicken Farm with a Cock to welcome each morning… both would seem strangely apt, and certainly par for the course!!!
Intrigued to know what else “came up” when you typed “a cock” into google images this morning…
I don’t know what you mean… “Chicken Cock” did the trick perfectly… no need to look further! 🙂