So this morning I heard activity on the houses going up opposite me. I went over to protest. They are so incompetent that I easily got inside the site. No one objected. There was a saw lying on the ground. I picked it up and pointed out that I could get hurt with this thing lying around. (One of them later told police that I had threatened to cut my wrists.)
I called out to people and told them the effect it would have on my life. Some people really cared and others laughed and sneered. I stopped a bus, and they were lovely which I appreciated. Then, moving off, they became putrid.
I could not get through to the press. So in due course two female cops arrived. They told my abusers to shut up. One walked home with me while the other drove round the block in order to park in my road.
I was close to hysteria as protest is a right in this country. The police were lovely. They were on my side. One made me tea, and joined in a chat about all sorts. They were angry that I had been abused. When they left they went to give the builders a piece of their mind.
I had an x-ray. Five in all, a senior radiologist was consulted twice. Nothing is broken – it was not immobilized.
I’ve been writing and crying. I have contacted as many people in the council as possible. I will contact my area news station, radio and TV.
I have poppies in bloom. I ate a wild strawberry this morning and they need a few more days. My tomato plants are huge, I will remove some leaves so sun ripens the fruit.
I’m thrilled. I have purple/blue nemesis, red geums, white gypsophelia, forget me nots, Mexican daisies, osteospernum. I am thrilled to bits. My figs are thriving. My rambling rose is growing well and also my jasmin.
For those of you who follow my blog fairly regularly, I wrote a post entitled ”Good News” a short while ago. Well, I’ve had an answer now and it isn’t good.
About a month ago, I had a visit from a local Chief Inspector of Police. He owed me an apology, as he had forgotten to write to me about a matter another officer had messed up. During the visit, several things were discussed and I mentioned the wind chimes. A Sargent told me he would visit and mediate but could promise nothing.
So yesterday, the Sargent phoned me and told me my neighbours still refuse to move the wind chimes. I was staggered. I thought that the police asking them might just shame them into moving them.
That is why I wrote the article I posted yesterday. It will appear in a local new source, but will reach much further afield. I hope to create a law requiring consultation with neighbours before installing anything that makes noise or visual distress.
I may never benefit from such a law, but hopefully others will, and it may cause neighbourhoods to be closer knit. As far as I can tell, these neighbours have no contact with anyone else in my road. I do, I have friendships and acquaintances.
In my chat with the sargent, he also told that Woodhouse will get her come upance, if not to do with her harassment of me, but sooner or later the law will catch up with her.
I feel comforted by these men, who enforce the law, although they need proof and evidence. These men are upright and honourable. They remind me of when and why I worked at the Citizens Advice Bureau.
All my career has been about empowering the disadvantaged and giving hope to the poor in spirit.
I’m not changing. I will not become bitter. I will keep my spirit sweet.
So the good news never came, but good will come out of this. I believe that with all my heart.
Today I woke up during a storm outside. The wind was howling in off the sea and there was torrential rain. On Instagram I’ve seen photos of wild seas and high waves further along the coast. I felt safe and snug in my warm bed, knowing that my front and back doors are locked, that no one can get in, and even if there’s a flood warning, I won’t get flooded.
The biggest problem with this weather is that it makes me feel congested and breathless very easily. I have used my inhaler regularly during this month of rain. I am meant to use it morning and night, but I have on occasion used it four times a day.
The pain I mentioned earlier this week has gone. That is a relief, as it was tiring. To be pain free is a luxury. I mean unusual or more pain than normal, since I tend to experience it all the time, if I stop to think about it, which I don’t.
I have made some tough decisions this week, as I had another phone call for Quay Living. I asked the caller who had given them my number. They wouldn’t give a name, but what they did tell me was sufficient, so I told the police.
It is malice, my former neighbour. Maybe now her fraud and other criminal behaviour will be dealt with.
Yesterday I had a visit from two people who may well be able to sort out the problem with the wind chimes. I had a very positive meeting with these people and I feel an optimism that some other things will be sorted out too. I will say more about this in due time.
Quay Living, the letting agent for next door, have some how given out my number, so I have had a total of fifteen answered calls from their clients and several missed ones. This is very odd indeed, and if our numbers were similar, or it was any other entity in the town I would not suspect anything. It is now with the police.
The skin irritation that alerted me to the side effects of my medicine has come back. Again. Every time I think it is gone, it just slyly starts to reappear. I am treating it with the ointment, which came in a generous amount, but every time I feel a tiny bump on my skin anywhere on my body, I get paranoid that the irritation has spread. I will need to phone my doctor for advice. I feel uncomfortable with this paranoia. I need it to end.
I had another good night of sleep last night. I cannot emphasise enough how important good sleep is. When my daughter was a baby, I napped whenever she did. Housework will always be there and it’s amazing what can be done with a baby on one’s hip. It’s no good depriving oneself of sleep when so many other factors steal it anyway. So I’ve overall been feeling good, and more able to cope with stresses.
I planted up a large planter in September. I put in an odd mixture of plants because at the time I had nowhere else to put them. Now I have violets and wild strawberries in bloom and poppies in bud. It’s most odd. It’s climate change. Next week the gardener to whom I gave my piano is coming to make some changes in my garden. I’m looking forward to that.
I’ve embedded my sound cloud page here now. Just sharing the link gave some problems, I’m not at all technical. Although yesterday I was able to pass on some of the little knowledge that I do have.