I have NEVER shouted so loud in my life.
Some bimbo started singing over a CD (or so I'm told) at FIVE PAST EIGHT IN THE FUCKING MORNING. I was down at the end of the garden like a FUCKING shot, and the whole neighbourhood echoed with these words (no censoring from now on):
I phoned the Police - AGAIN. I went round. I demanded to speak to the "head man" we confronted yesterday, but he wasn't there. I was waiting to speak to someone when two police officers came in, and went up to the school offices. I left a message for "Head Man", making it crystal clear that I considered him to be A LIAR, and challenged him to come round and speak to me in person, as I hadn't even had my breakfast at that time.
Home. The Police called back, said their officers would be round to discuss the matter, and that's just what they did - they even got to see the full scope of what we are faced with whenever we look out the back, and they were somewhat surprised by it all.
I went out, to try and find some tiny vestige of peace and quiet - I had to, as my temples had been throbbing with rage since the early hours. On my way back into town, I called home, and Mister "Head Man" had finally graced my home with his presence, and "oh, how dismayed he was about what had happened", and "it should never have happened"...
This afternoon was blissfully peaceful. If you didn't look out the back window, you'd hardly know they were there. Peace prevailed. It was almost as though we had won...
Right now, the noise is back. The evening session has begun, as though this morning had never happened.
I'm starting to feel that more direct action is necessary. These people have to learn that we won't be trampled on like this...
Now excuse me - I have a t-shirt to print.
Posted at codexed.com on 20 Jul 2009, 17:06
