My protest…

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.