May 25, 2010 19:40
You are an irritable, intolerant, miserable drunk and I hate you.
I have spent the last three years trying to stop my kids from being kids in case they incur the wrath of you. I have spent the last three years worrying that they'll trigger your old git reflex. I've spent the last three years stressing about every bit of noise we make.
My kids were being kids. They are ALLOWED to go round the two paths here for all of 20 minutes if they want because it's safe. The only reason I've stopped them until now is because YOU will shout at them. So yelling at me to keep it down is unappreciated thanks, I was calling them back in so that your precious peace and tranquility could be restored.
My kids aren't allowed to play outside. Cam's bus aides aren't allowed raise their voice to talk to Cam (at a level he can actually hear) while going past the back of your house at 8am because they might wake you up, I'm not allowed to talk to my Mum in the garden at 7:30 in the evening, we are not allowed to have a life. You however are allowed to drill into the walls at 9:30 at night, get drunk and scream at each other at 2am, get drunk and turn the music to such a high level it's shocking, spend all day making a din out in your back garden hammering and diy-ing. We however are not allowed to be a family. I understand that we're noisy, I understand that we can't be the easiest family to live next door to, but come 8pm it's silent here. IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE!!!
I truly and utterly loathe you, you cantankerous old fart!
And breathe. :)