Headache

I wonder if it will work on nextdoor's almost two year old? I also like how the ladies boobs and particularly nipples point skyward - mine, sans le bra would be falling into my armpits!

So readers of my blog from the very beginning will know that the house nextdoor to me >>>>that way must be cursed! When I first moved in there was a lovely elderly couple - the husband died not long after and the wife was a dear sweet thing who loved my children. Sadly she died and that's when the interesting years began! The first couple demolished the house and spent hours of banging and hammering etc as they did it up. They had children.  They were OK but I wouldn't class them as friends. They were AWFUL at parenting. AWFUL. Yanno in my Judgey Mc Judgey opinion.  I am well aware my children are grown up and I may be wearing my rose tinted glasses but whilst they had their moments they never screamed and created the way all the neighbours children do! The dad in particular was a SLAVE to his first born. That child was highly entertained and indulged and never had to wait for anything...therein lies the problem. And please don't forget I do this for a living and as well as raising two successful kids, I have worked in schools for years and have had lots of training etc. The first thing I try to embed in the children that I work with is delayed gratification. It pays dividends, it really does. Anyway, their children screamed a lot.  They moved. Hooray. 

The next couple altered the house - not as much banging and hammering. They had children who screamed a lot. They were slightly less awful at parenting.  A passerby would think the first born was called Buddy because that is how they addressed the cherub. And some other things that people can message me if they want to know! 

In moved couple number 3. They are LOUD, but I really like them.  

Why so loud? This is as a result of 

1. Younger than us so  full of energy and joie de vivre as opposed to us Mr & Mrs Quiet and Peaceful on the whole.  

2. LAMINATE FLOORING THROUGHOUT and painted walls - absoutley NO scarpets and ewall coverings that do absorb at least some noise!  - and the love of fresh air in their house, so the windows and doors are wide open thus ensuring all the noise is released! Children banging about and playing is good - not so much when they are not yours and you can hear them all the time. The almost 2 year old is teething, the mum said but today she must be cutting some gigantic sabre tooth size gnashers given the amount of absolute screaming she has done. The older child takes much delight in winding up his baby sister ( we have seen this ) and doesn't listen to his Mum much either.  The baby hasn't been easy to placate today - I was thinking - PLEASE TAKE THEM OUT FOR A WALK TO FEED THE DUCKS - but nope. Not even been in the garden much today. I think the mum may be at her wit's end. I know I would be. Had we not been in lockdown - I wouldn't be privvy to all of this as I would be at work. But today - the noise and I cannot exxagerate strongly enough how loud it is and how it started at 6am -  has given me an actual real life headache! Mum has spoken a bit about it and I reassured her that they have all had a massive upheaval. Number one - the move - In January this year. Then lockdown - Mum is normally at work, the little one has Nursery and is in the care of her grandparents etc. If I could I would have offered to take the older one with me whilst I walked Bluebell but I don't really know them well enough yet - what if he ran off? His recall might not be as good as Blues!! Or taken the baby a walk in her pram. I don't know - it's tough. 

So my paracetamols have worked and will be sympathetic when I see them but come on Universe - sort it out - peaceful contented children and a mysterious benefactor thanks! 

I just had a thought, maybe she encouraged the screaming as payback for my kitchen kareoke when I was cooking the Sunday lunch!! I may have been warbling rather loudly! Ah well, don't want to speak to soon - but all is quiet. That poor little cherub must be exhausted. 

I polished and hoovered. I actually got out the tin of Mr Sheen ( who is singing the advert now? ) and a duster. The dust was dusty! I cut the grass. I walked the dog. I also SAT DOWN A LOT! I played Candy crush, I checked Facebook etc. I attended my SW zoom meeting and made tea. I stripped the bed  as it's been the perfect drying day here. Warm, sunny and brisk of breeze. and am so looking forward to getting into my freshly made bed with line dried sheets. Bliss. 

I love this! It's me!

This is what I am making out of what I call my Bird Poo fabric! It will also be able to be worn when decorating! Its a stretch jersey and I am trying a Tilly and the Buttons tunic. Think it's called a STEVIE dress.That neck was a right &^%$£$^*.
Sleeves tomorrow. I can either do a real sleeve or cuff sleeves. I will decide tomorrow.

Right, am off to find some thing to watch on the TV before bed. I'll not be long.

Lots of love from
Rachel *Will definitely be buying a detached house miles away from anyone if she wins the euromillions tonight* Radiostar xx