Friday 8 August 2008

ooOOoOO Look at the sky!

I live in a very very VERY suburban cul de sac......there is always a child's bike on the pavement with the back wheel turning slowly and a gaggle running about. The neighbours are all very nice and we don't get too involved in each others 'stuff' ( unlike the next Close along..The Party Close... where rumours of intermarital affairs and late night liasons were rife). During the day all the front doors are open and kids wander in and out. We have an unspoken agreement to keep an eye on each other's kids but not get too shouty.
There has never been any break-ins (except when some pissed teen kid had been jumping over fences and got into next door's garden, thought it was his own house and fucked the patio door). Even though this is far from my dream forever house it fits the bill nicely...I want my children to have memories of long summers 'playing out', 'wandering around' and 'knocking about'. It all works quite well.
Occasionally something happens to put everyone in a tail spin......the street light went out!!! Lordy. THEN it didn't get fixed!!!!!
THEN another went out!!!!!!! and THAT didn't get fixed!!!!
I thought Alan across the road would have a mild heart attack.
I quite like a bit of friction and the possible revolt amused me....I watched hoping Alan would go rogue and let loose.
Then everyone realised that at night it was actually quite nice, the sickly yellow glow had gone, it made everyone's bedrooms darker, especially handy when trying to get kid's to sleep in the summer. We liked it the most as one of the lights was outside our bedroom. Darren strung some fairy lights from his fence and it all looked pretty ace, you can see all the stars.
We decided not to rag the council and hoped they would forget about changing the bulbs.......they have....YAY.
We are going to put deckchairs out this weekend, crack a nice bottle of something fizzy and watch the meteor shower.

3 comments:

Malcolm Cinnamond said...

Glad you're getting to see the sky. Street lighting is a bit of a curse - all part of our paranoia that we are about to be robbed/raped/murdered at any moment.

Where, exactly, is Party Close and are there any properties for sale?

Inwardly Confused said...

There ARE properties for sale BUT all the party ladies are ageing peroxides with inappropriately low rise jeans, nuffin tops and tramp stamps. It's not a pretty sight.

Inwardly Confused said...

and when I say nuffin tops I mean 'muffin tops'.