Friday afternoon I sat on the front porch with Quince for a while. He loves it there and gets quite excited to be let out where he can guard his territory in doggyperson. I sat and sipped Cranberry juice and gave him a good brushing over with the shedding comb to make him more comfortable. Spread doggy hair all over the yard I did, looks like some strange sort of fungal growth.
Anyway, as I was sat there gently warming in the humidity, the redneck neighbours over the street came out to play. Sat and watched the 3 kids wreak havoc and the younger couple have a ciggie or three. Was most amused to watch the girl talk on her mobile, fawn up to her bloke, drag on her fag and then in a complete Southern drawl shout at the youngest kid Tommy for playing in the road. Never mind the fact that little Tommy’s idea of fun was to pick up the biggest rocks he could find and toss them at his sisters who were circling on their bicycles.
One of the girls, Nancy I think, got fed up with this behaviour and finally decided to retalliate. ‘Course as soon as she threw a bit of grit back at brother she got a whopping of a berating from the lady, who was still in conversation on the phone.
And today, we got back from the zoo and were just relaxing in front of the TV trying to cool down when the rednecks got some visitors. All of a sudden all we could hear was the thump thump thump of a stupidly loud car stereo system. Peeking out through the blinds you could see redneck neighbour drooling and attempting to groove to the rythmn while telling his mate how awesome he was.
Bill stormed out the house and shouted at them to turn the crap down, it was so loud they didn’t even hear him at first.
Bill was not at all impressed, “we ain’t gonna tolerate tha’ shit in our hood.”