I got woken up this morning to the sound of 'Oh When the Saints'. Nope a brass band wasn't making its way down ClaudeStreet, it's the noise our doorbell makes!
Anyways, after pondering whether to put trousers on, I grabbed a towel and ran downstairs... opened the door... there was nobody. Grrr...sorted through loads of junk mail that had been deposited and threw it in the bin...
Then it rang again... answered it to be asked 'is that your red Astra mate?'. So, I stepped out onto the road and looked at the car for a while. It wasn't my red Astra... now why the hell did I step out into the street, only wearing a towel to check if the red Astra he was refering to was mine... do I possess a red Astra? No...
Well I'm up now I thought... I'll make the best of it, and at least I'll be tired before tonight so I'll sleep well and be up early for the tri-yearly trip home, still don't want to go :(
It's a good job I've decided to stay up as the man who rang and his gang of men are now noisily moving wheelbarrows full of muck into one of the backgardens of the houses next to me - from a very big pile that's now almost on top of a red Astra.. guess they didn't find the owner!
Do piles of dirt need parking permits? Because it's blatantly taking one up more than one space...
Brought me back to my younger years when I was a primiary school amd I aided people in moving 3 tonnes of soil in to a vicar's garden. What!??!? you are asking... you like, was, an ickle Christain and doing something to help the church, being all community spirted and stuff... erm nope... my friends and I were enterprising and cheeky, saw the large pile of muck, and said we'll help you move that into your garden for a quid each.
Crap, I was just like the little fucks who I detest who live down my road! Maybe I should be less harsh in my thoughts about them in the future... were we that bad? :-(