I shouldn't feel down, I shouldn't feel anxious, I shouldn't feel "confined", but yesterday evening I lost it. It had been an OK day, with John picking up a new client, so the promise of a bottle of fizz to celebrate in the evening, and I did win a couple of battles against French bureaucracy, but sometimes you just crack.
We have some very nice neighbours and then we have F the alcoholic, and the demi-monde that are attracted to him. At 5pm, two of these decided that what they really needed to do was strim the garden F squats and to drink large quantities of tramp strength beer and to parade around in their jeans and not much else other than (surprisingly) PPE for the strimmer. Two whole hours of a quarter of an hour strimming or playing with the strimmer, then a quarter of an hour drinking and shouting at each other as they only had one set of ear defenders, then back to playing with the strimmer. It was a glorious evening and I had been stuck indoors much of the day with computers, and it was the last straw to deal with those drunken bums. There were times when I was nearly in tears. Normally I just sit with an MP3 player plugged in and my back to them, but last night I just couldn't.
So the abri roof isn't yet in place, as I couldn't face the comments yesterday once John got home. Likely it won't go up tonight either, as I have a hair appointment (yippee - perhaps that will cheer me up) at 6pm and they are back with the beer, no t-shirts but no strimmer. Also I saw a gurney going into another neighbour's house, and that is never good....
Tomorrow I will report on the challenges of getting your hair washed and cut while wearing a face mask. My mind is currently boggling but no doubt it will all become clear in about 40 minutes!
I leave you with a couple of pretty pictures to brighten up your day.
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