That’s according to the theme tune of a TV show I used to watch in the 80s. And it’s true. At the moment, I’m only on my laptop to take my mind off the neighbours’ VERY loud music. My head is throbbing to the beat of some 90s house track, and my shoulders are so tense, I think they’re trying to block my ears!
I’m all for people enjoying the bank holiday weekend, but why does one person’s enjoyment need to cause discomfort to others? I’ve said before that we were brought up to consider those around us, but other peeps don’t seem to have the same values. I’m angry at myself for rushing outside to stop the dogs at the the merest sign of a bark, and for whisking them back in the house if they dare to continue. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but I feel angry that my home is being permeated by someone else’s music – I want them to know what it’s like to be inconvenienced by noise. What particularly bugs me is that they are in the garden can barely hear the noise (yes, noise, not music) themselves.
I feel that my head is about to explode but I just had to get this off my chest. Hubby is off to ask them kindly, if they can turn the bass down. I hate confrontations, but at least the bass has stopped. Oh, and happy Easter everyone!
Almost forgot! I have succumbed to Twitter – I don’t have a clue what I’m doing yet, and feel sure that a six year old can understand it better than I. I’m sure I’ll get to grips with it soon.