Darn it! You can't pick your neighbours!
Well ladies, I couldn't let this little gem slip by and not splash it on the pages of our blogs - As most of you know I go home on the weekends, you know - revel in your OWN bed, your OWN lounge suite - Your OWN everything (including dunny) etc, etc! Any way - peace and quiet is what I am wanting (plus a few chardies on a Friday night to wind down) any hoo - not so for last night (Sunday) because our neighbours in the front flat had a huge domestic, and they weren't happy with that and two cop cars showing up to cart one of them away - they had a big blue with the neighbours in the flat behind us (sorry guys but truth is I am talking serious white trash) any way - from 11 pm until 2.30 this morning, crash bang, yelling, swearing, crying, arguing bla bla bla - darn it you can't pick your neighbours but by crikey I let the agents know what happened because yours truly is really really very posessive about her 'quiet peace and enjoyment' (a funny little clause they put into rental leases). So we had to 'drag' ourselves out of bed this morning dog tired and looking like something the cat dragged in, and had to drive here (yawn yawn yawn) all the way! Funny little signs here on side of Victorian roads saying; "DON'T SLEEP AND DRIVE" (really? Ya think!?) and DROWSY DRIVERS DIE (oh good greif hubby, keep your eyes open! - oops I just nodded off!) Any way - we made it here and I went and had my treatment and came back to the room to bang of a very you-beaut-no-punches-pulled email to the relevant people - I also stressed (though most diplomatically I may add) that I am having cancer treatment and guess what - I don't need this. Bloody neighbours! Big hugs ladies x x x Josie