Desultory bit: I had a conversation with a chap today about neighbours from Hell. I have just had the pleasure of seeing off a family whose anti-social behaviour threatened to ruin the peaceful world of the Weasel. Chiefly, but by no means only, their kids were out of control and the parents refused to do anything about it. These kids screeched at every opportunity and had no sense of personal space. They were nice enough, but the parents let them run wild. It go so that, with our windows closed and the stereo on, we could still hear them. The chap I spoke with today has a similar problem, but it sounds worse. The police and the council have been involved, but apparently will do nothing. This is a noise problem, and had this been Afros having reggae parties I dare say something could have been done, but apparently, kids, who scream all the time, high pitched, for no good reason, are beyond public criticism. Both the parents in the case of this chap, and myself, have proved to be highly unpleasant when challenged. Is it me?
Some bastard cat went and jumped on a tray of my seedlings and overturned the lot. Bastard.
I am appalled but not surprised to find that the MSM, and especially the BBC are busy trivialising and decrying the new government. Give the poor buggers a chance! I still get threatening letters from the licence people - apparently I am "under investigation". Well, investigate away, I don't have a TV and never will until you stop funding a left wing propaganda machine by criminal means.
On a lighter note, I experienced a Hot Tub for the first time in my life. This is where you sit in a big bath, outside, with high pressure bubbles and other people, acting as if you are just sitting in a chair. It was surprisingly daft fun. I was told off for having tight Speedos. I am not sure what Speedos are supposed to say about me - all I did was go into a shop and ask for swimming trunks, and now it turns out I am probably gay.