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The Weekend Comes

The neighbours have GONE!!!!!!!

Oh bliss, joy and bliss, I am embraced with comfort after those horrid horrid people have packed up and gone.

After taking my daily concoction of sickness tablets and headache tablets and pain killers (priory here I come), I noticed whilst painting my daughters wardrobe a removal van, yes I did pich myself in the hope that I was not indeed hallucinating, but no, a red mark from the pinch I had but pain releived as I still had a removal van before my eyes through the hedgerow.

Cup of coffee in hand I immediatley phoned husband who then went out and got a starbucks to celebrate.

We first got an incling of a move way back in June, but then all went quiet and back to frosty stares from them everytime they went past we suffered, but low and behold they did it, they have gone.

To celebrate I thought I would cut the verge when the coast was safe and clear and they had left for the last time. Not a sole came to say farewell, If I had been made aware that today was the day I would have organised a 21 gun salute, one shot would surely have got the bastard by law of averages.

With so much I wanted to say, I thought best to lay low and say nothing at all, so scurried around the house until I thought all was safe.

Out my son and I go with the lawn mower, start its engine and think of stripe verge nirvana, when bugger me there they are, laughing and staring from there car window at the foot of my drive.

Oh hell I thought, I must look so so sad.

So off I scuttle with son screaming that he wanted to cut the grass, so I drag the mower back through and cut the back, with the usuall audience of prunes next door clearly judging me by my stripes, but for the last time, as eventually they went.

And yes, for the first time I got pleasure from cutting the verge, clearly laying out a boundary line for no-one to cross ever again (I have, I just gathered, been in the road too long as I am turning into a verge cutter).

Ah bliss, no more staring no more pinched faces spitting at us with there venom, ah yes, things are definately looking up.

Or are they,

Now I start to wonder who will be arriving at the prunes?, well lets face it they cant be any worse than the prunes themselves - can they?