Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Sky broadband is pants!! Fact! I haven't been able to log on for nearly a month as I don't have enough signal strength. Kenn is having facebook withdrawal but logs on a dialysis. Dialysis is becoming the high points of his week. Bless him. McDonalds and the Library won't let me on Sparkpeople as it is a "suspect" site . People trying to get fit and slim would upset McDees I suppose but the library should know better, surely. I have put in a chit to say that Sparkpeople is fitness based social networking but nada.
My downstairs neighbour and I have had words. We have been here since the 13th May officially. Unofficially since the Weds before when they gave us keys. Downstairs whinged that we "made noise" when we hoovered and whined a LOT. The upshot is we don't hoover when she is home as she complains. She complained about loud walking about as we were lugging furniture in to the flat on the Friday and Saturday. Until I can afford a levitating sofa she can go poke herself and I said as much only a bit more politely as I am a nice person.
She has ears like a bionic bat and works nights. She is abed by 5pm latest and up at half midnight, 1am ish. She came and knocked on our door at 8pm a few weeks back and asked us to stop talking as it was disturbing her. The dogs disturb her walking about and will we crate them (no we flaming won't), the little'un woofed with excitement last Thursday when our pal Mark came to visit and she was at the door within a minute complaining that the barking had 'scared her cats' She had a go when we were gardening (making noise), she came out in her PJs when we had a barbeque with friends at the bottom of the garden (making noise by talking), she has virtually banned us from coming in the back way over the gravel as it disturbs her so we come in the front way instead.
She posted a note through the door when someone put dog poo in her bin (bagged and tied) so she assumed that it was me and wrote a sweary note. I spoke to her reasonably even though I was not feeling overly reasonable that day as I had been knocked of my bike by some pillock on the wrong side of the road. Next time I over-bake, I am not giving her any. No more muffins, cake, scones, flapjacks or anything. I'll take them down the bike shop who sorted my bike out so beautifully and cheaply for me (that might be because I take them cake)
I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I am tiptoeing around, slippers on. Gently closing cupboard doors, not flushing the loo after she gets in (she complains about the noise). We have shut the bedroom door and only go in if its urgent or bedtime as our walking in the bedroom disturbs her. We are seriously seriously considering selling the cars and getting a 4x4 again and a touring caravan. My depression and I are having a major fight. I would be happier, homeless. Kenn is seeing a therapist at his dialysis sessions twice a week as he is suicidal.
The council say that we can make normal living noises and that we can watch the TV at a normal level. We are living like Anne Frank here. Church Mon, Weds and Fri evenings (social and bible classes, plus an Alpha course again to get us out of the house). Tues and Thurs I go for loooooong bike rides, for a couple of hours or more. On Saturday I was out for 3 and a half hours on my bike and she knocked on saying that I was making noise putting my bike way at 8.30pm.
She has just had a go, a real narky go, because I have dug out my guitar and am relearning to play. I have forgotten soooo much its unreal. Then again its been 20+ years. Its an acoustic guitar, not plugged in to anything.
I have just let rip at her and left her in stunned silence.
I told her that I was going to practice and its half past 4 in the afternoon and that its not unreasonable to practice, hoover, have a conversation, have friends over, cook, dust, walk, play with my dogs etc in the afternoon.
I pointed out that I could make her life a living hell without breaking the terms of my tenancy. I could hoover at 7pm and wake her up. I could leave my shoes on in the flat which would wake her up. I could listen to the radio (she winged about the radio on day 3 and its not been on since). We don't watch TV after 8pm as it upsets her. The guitar whinge was the last bloody straw and I let rip.
I dialed the number for the housing association (who I spoke to yesterday while the passed me a cup of tea and some tissues as I was just a woman on the edge) and said "go on, bloody whinge to Saffron why don't you. Here's my phone, its ringing" and handed it to her. I told her to put it through my letter box when she has finished and slammed the door so hard that the bikes rattled on their rack.
Saffron have just rung me on my landline to say that I can practice, and live normally and that just because she works nights that I don't have to sneak about like a thief in the night. They have also told us to stop being so nice and reasonable. They think that because we are decent people that she thinks that we will acquiesce to her every demand. I could hear her effing and jeffing down the phone about our effing guitar, our effing dogs and the fact that someone up here had the temerity (my word not hers) to drop something at 7.45am on Sunday morning (Billy wagged a cup off the coffee table) It was so loud that I could hear her from the bathroom! So its OK for her to make a racket then.
Phone has plopped through the letterbox.
Playing guitar is very soothing and relaxing. It gives me something to focus on instead of misery eating and it makes me happy. Fingertips not so happy but they will get used to it again. If she gets any worse I am going to dig out my Saxaphone. Yah Boo Sucks to her.
I am now off to practice for 20 mins, its only half five, then for a nice hour or two's bike riding. If she keeps on slamming her doors downstairs, I will have a nice beat to practice too. Maybe I should stamp on the floor to keep time & then she'll keep right on slamming What do you think?
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
I have had a funny month or so. Well not funny at all really. I have been very depressed and pretty much unable to do anything except work and sleep. I have been out on my bike though. I signed up for the Fakenham 50 event, 50km circular ride, not timed but to raise money for the charity that the Fakenham Summer festival people are raising funds for (Can't remember what it was though). There was a 55km event and a 22km event. As I signed up for the 55km I was entitled to "have one on them" which meant I could go around the 55km loop again or go round the 22km loop. I chose the latter and Kenn went for a burger. I would have been faster had it not been for the route going through Walsingham twice. Walsingham is a place of pilgrimage and its busy on a Sunday. On the first lap I was stationary for over 5 minutes while waiting for the pilgrim procession to cross. On the second loop over 10 minutes stationary, which was hard as I was tired and never thought that I would get going again. The organisers are having re-think for next year regarding the route.
My carbon bike is on hold. Kenn's car went bang, terminally so I had to use all my Boardman savings to buy him a new car. Savings definitely on hold as I have 2 cars to tax and one to MOT in the next fortnight. I have upgraded the Giant by stealing the derailleur and the shifters off Kenn's old bike. I have narrower handlebars for the Giant too, which is much better, only 2cm but it makes a difference. Having to replace a car knocked me for 6 mentally. I was quite distressing emptying my bank account, all bar a tenner, to buy a new bloody car that I am rarely going to drive. Added to that, Kenns levels are all over the shop and he is depressed and barely communicating with me, it all got a bit too much.
I am off work today, due to no ability to cope, Kenn is walking the one dog we have today (work is dead quiet) so I have had some porridge and some chocolate Alpro and will go for a ride in half an hour or so. I am letting the porridge settle a bit first.
I have taken steps to sort the depression. My GP referred me but the woman says I have the 'wrong sort of depression' I have gone back to my old church too - rather than the new one - it was like going home. It was Baptism Day and the Pastor said to get re-baptised as he said that my family was here and I was Baptised as an 'afterthought' before with no friends or family. He says baptism should be an integral part of a service, not done afterwards when everyone is having coffee. Bless him. I had no change of clothes so sun-dried out walking afterwards. Funny thing is, I really felt the spirit move me.
I have been cooking too. I have 4 kg of Cherry Jam, 2 kg of Cherry chutney, blackberry jam and blackberry chutney, home made wholegrain mustard, a ton of plum and blackberry jam, apple and mint jelly and Apple and Ginger chutney. I have been keeping myself busy. I have another 1.5kg of cherries to pit but my kitchen looks like a crime scene afterwards, all that squirting of cherry juice. I am getting a bit shy on jam jars too. I might have to rummage round the recycling boxes tonight when they go out My larder is very full now. Its rather nice to see them all there. I may have made some 'boozy cherries' too. One big pot with brandy, another with white rum. Christmas will be nice.
I need to get pedalling anyway.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Yesterday we got on the train to Cromer and then cycled back to Norwich. That wasn't quite the plan, the plan was to cycle from Cromer to Caister and then on to Acle and get on the train home. We had an iffy first 10 miles what with Kenn's handlebars moving (thanks Halfords, you are the most excellent bike builders on the planet - not! Numpties), then we had to sort the gears out cos Halfords can't bloomin index (note to self, when buying my Boardman, get it in the box and put the thing together myself as I can do a better job than bloody halfrauds). You would think that as they want to attract prestige bike manufacturers such as Boardman and Pinarello that they would learn how a bike goes together. Still, the forks were on the right way around, unlike cousin Sara's bike.
Then Kenn's dietician rang and despite telling the silly mare that it was not a good time to talk, twice, she wittered on and on and on and on for about 15 minutes. By this time my legs had cooled down again and I wandered off to buy jelly babies. I got back and diet-bint was still on the bloody phone and went on and on some more until the phone battery peeped. We were still for 30 minutes. That was the Acle plan out of the window as there was no way we would make the 6.15 train and we were not sitting around until gone 9pm for the next one.
Instead we rode to Happisburgh (half way to Caister), stopped to take a piccy of us near the Lighthouse, had a lolly and headed inland to Norwich, via Salhouse to do a bit of hillwork and then got on the train home. 40.22 miles in 3:08:51 so we were pleased.
Today we got the chance inbetween showers, hoovering, walking the dogs, cooking, finding our Mark's phone that he left in the car, delivering said phone and other chores, to get quick ride in.10.24 miles around the block and a bit extra in 45 mins or so. It was good fun and I tried out my new Endomondo tracking app on the phone. Its very good.
I have spent the evening drinking tea and playing Manic Street Preachers vids on Youtube. I have no idea why they were/are not the biggest rock band on the planet. I have finally got my iPod to talk to iTunes too. It has been refusing to do so for some time - 3 years - so I now have more than 2 albums on it. I have shoved a bit more worship music on, a bit more Manics, some Evenescence and some more decent rock to get me up those hills. I have also researched some support tape for that stupid achilles. I am bored resting it now, I have been resting it since July 2000 and 13 years of not running should have sorted the flaming thing out but it hasn't. I am resorting to tape and going jogging.
I need cake! I will feel much less narky after cake.
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