The lovely sound of chavs
I was getting to bed on Friday night (after putting up with random thuds and rumbles from next door all night) when I heard what sounded like some **** belching then giggling in the room through from mine.
Bastard.
Until I listened closely. And what sounded like *BURP* *HUR HUR HUR* was actually *DEEP BREATH* *SOB SOB SOB*.
Yup. Some chav next door (don’t think it’s the one who lived there, sadly) was crying his ******* guts out.
I slept soundly that night.
Aaaawwww
A friend of mine is a single mum and, unprompted, I got this text from her this evening:
“I have laying beside me the most wonderful thing ever. His beauty astounds me sometimes. He is perfect in every way. This what true love is lol who needs a boyfriend when you can be as fulfilled as I feel right now. You know what? He’ll wake in the morning as good as gold. I’d give it an hour before I am shouting at him for being a pain in the arse. Hehe oh well while he is sleeping soundly guess I can be gooey over him :)”
Now that is someone I’d like as a neighbour.
Haha 😛
Anon mum – you mean the one about the turkey baster?
WE – No 😛
Damo – I’m usually up stupidly early on a Sunday morning with one or both cats chewing my toes in lieu of tinned food. And as I live in Bradford, there are no church bells. Mind, I also don’t have the “call to prayer” horns from mosques, either, like my gran in Glasgow used to get.
sleeping??? whats that?? lol
I want to have a neighbour who’se children don’t bounce on their trampoline making merry hell on a sunday morning. It’s bad enough with the church bells in the background. Sunday mornings are for sleeping.
Well, I want to see the other text now!
When you told me you’d put my text up on your blog I expected to find the latter one up there… *wipes brow* lol But thanks… but saying that, I guess during the daytime when the descreet descussions between myself and my son are at their most topical… you’ll be at work.. so we’d be a pleasure to live next door to 😉