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Getting over the wall

by birdsong @ Thursday, Sep. 14, 2006 - 11:34:53 pm

I haven't mentioned this in the blog since it happened.
Not quite sure why that is, becasue it's not something that I have completely forgotten about.

Nearly, but Not quite. Said Simon.

It is now, I think, eight weeks since The-Son-of-the-Man-Next-Door wrote us that disturbing letter about the alignment of our wall on his (father's) property and demanding that we take it down within seven days.
U remember that?
Really upset us at the time, and has left me with a rather bitter taste in my mouth that has tested my attitude to forgiveness. Still haven't met the man of course, but now have no respect for him at all...

We have heard less than Diddly-Squit since posting our oh-so-polite reply, so we either pitched it just right and he's had a change of heart, or he's quite simpky just forgotten about it.
I've talked about this with friends, and apparently some people are "just like that"??

Excuse me?

There is a part of me that is fighting the temptation ot get in touch with him again and say "Oi, about this letter. Why the f*ck did you write all this crap and then do nothing about it??" but of course that won't help and the whole thing is best left just as it is.
Seems he was just sounding off for the sake of it.
Can people really be that wanky?
Some complex psychology going on there, perhaps...

Som eone suggested that no-one else (esp his father, our neighbour) even knows he wrote the letter in the first place.
This would then give him the opportunity to moan about us to his family for not having finished the wall on his side (left the trench unfilled, incomplete pointing, bits of debris etc) and not fixing the remaining part of his fence to the wall in the corner.
All of which we would have done without question had we not been so unceremoniously shat on in July.
SO he can now moan about this and we look like villains again.
Makes sense in a perverse kind of way I think.

Here's another problem.
His garden is unkept and overgrown, and backs onto a row of garages, including mine. It shouldn't, technically, 'back onto' the garages literally, and both the neighbouring gardens end at a fence about three feet from the baclk of the garages. Just enough room to squeeze down to fetch footballs etc, and for kids to play hide-and-seek.
But the garden of the man in question is such a mess that three-quarters of his fence has fallen down years ago to be overun with creepers, brambles and ivy.
This vegetation is now climbing all over the back of my garage, lifting the roof-felt, causing damp and starting to get in through cracks in the windowsill and under the eaves.
So obviously I want to go behind my garage and cut back the mess, repair the damage and paint the wall with damp proofing stuff.
Not sure if I dare do this, because it will be perceived (in full view of the house - effectively IN his back garden, although technically not) that I am entering his garden without permission and that would cause a whole new can of worms to be opened.

Also from a security point of view, there is absolutely nothing to stop Burglar Bill nipping down behind the garages and into matey's garden. From there, thru the rest of the collapsed fence into the next street and make his getaway into a waiting van with the loot.
Can't get into our garden now - one of the reasons we did the wall in the first place!!

And, to complete the picture, my garage is the first a row of six, starting about six feet from my house. In 1970-something, the owners of this house bought the garage and with it the six feet of land between the garage and the house.
We use this 'gap' to keep firewood in, bags of sand and dustbins.
The fence I mentioned above, which is fallen down and overgrown with ivy, SHOULD extend across behind this six feet 'gap' thus keeping matey's garden safe from invaders from our side. Burglar Betty could, in all honesty, walk up our driveway and down the side of the house to nick our firewood, sand and dustbins - or enter matey's garden that way and from there, thru the rest of the collapsed fence into the next street and make his getaway into a waiting van with the loot. :)

I have put up a fence panel across the end of this gap (from the garage to the house) which carries the electric cable to my garage, preventing th eabove scenario of anyone getting thru into the nieghbours garden. Not my garden.
Are you following this??
I don't have to maintain this fence at all, or put any kind of boundary up because its not my garden that you could otherwise walk into from the road.
Trx and I tho have discussed making this permanent (we took it down to allow the builder in to the other side before we got The Letter) and cutting the vegetation back from maybe on the garage roof?

I don't really want to upset anything, but otherwise we are looking at some serious structural repairs to the garage over the winter.
Not fun.

At all.

Suggestions on a postcard, please

How come all the handbags look the same?

by birdsong @ Thursday, Sep. 14, 2006 - 10:58:35 pm

All too soon
She's gone
The bed is folded
Linen washed
All that remains
A plate of toast
Crusts she never eats
And crumbs
Postcards of artwork I don't understand
To remind me
Of her sexuality
I think she'll come out
Once she can find the way

Kink's visit today has past without a trace almost and was one of the most relaxed, but I have a sadness at our parting that I haven't felt for a while.
At long last she got together with the girl that is causing her so much confusion, and was happier, gigglier and more excited than ever when she came in after the art gallery session this afternoon.
She talks so much of this 'Miss Moppet' - whom as far as I know she has only met twice.
She asked tonight if, when she comes next week for another shift, she could stay two nights to go out with this girl.
Y'kno, clubbin and stuff.
Excellent idea - I'll do whatever I can to help her come out of herself.

And we bought shoes.
For the schoolies.
Poor Stan was disappointed I think that his were declared OK. Half term we'll get some for him and Flo. He's been so tired and grumpy today - the swimming classes really take it out of him.
LC tho chuffed to bits with her new ones - velcro fastenings that she can do herself.

And a timely return to cell.
Much needed,a nd very uplifting, which is unusual in an evening I led myself.
We looked at Exodus 16 (Manna and Quail), and I chose a rousing version of 'Jesus Be The Centre' to accompany the prayer time.
It worlked so well.
I'm not a fan of 'christian' music in general, but hat song really hits the sppot for me.
Reminds us to keep things in focus, to put important things at the centre.
Calm things. Refreshing, enlightening things.
Good to catch up with everyone as well. I wish it didn't have to go so quiet over the summer.
Mind you not surprising when half our congregation are teachers.

I have been persuaded to take part in both the next two events happening in The Building somehow?
Next Saturday, 23rd, is a Fair Trade Fashion Show which th eorganisers want the girls in. And me...88| :oops:

Then the week after that is 'the concert' which is an event open to the public, family and friends, featuring all our musical people doing songs and sketches.
I have been asked to think about reading one of my poems, and everyone tonight seemed very enthusiastic.
I'm not convinced, but have since come home and read "Eleven Eleven" twice. For musical accompaniment, I have chosen 'Film One' as it seems to scan well with soem of the lines, has a dark, industrial undertone and would scare the f*ck out of most people listening.
No-one would understand at all!!!

Tempted to have a go at it (I'm already making the posters and programme) but I'm wondering if I could just read without being seen? That might be fun. I'd like to be lit from backstage so that there is just a shadow on a screen, with the music loud.
Might be fun.

The Things We Do For Life.

I'm cooking th eharvest meal of course, the day after that...