Friday, October 10, 2008

There goes the neighbourhood

It has been a wet and rainy day, and much like our cats, the local bogans clearly need to let off some steam. It is 5:50pm, and I can hear them screeching their cars already. 
I think it will be a good night to stay in and revise haematology. The pretty patterns will distract me from the language lessons and sound effects that make their way up and down our road at night.
Hopefully before we have children who are learning to talk, we will move to a neighbourhood where we don't get woken up early on the weekend by the neighbour working on his car in is driveway and using words that begin with "f" and "c" in place of every verb, noun, pronoun, adverb and conjunction that his gifted but wasted imagination can come up with.


Dragonfly said...

Ah the good old Friday night parade. Accompanied by the blasting sounds of Cold Chisel or Midnight Oil.

The Girl said...

Rock on, baby! For a long time, I thought the lyrics to that Cold Chisel song were "Cheap wine and a three-day goat." Now that I know the actual lyrics, I still prefer my version, even though it makes no sense. :)