I like the sound of children playing next door after school. Listening as they laugh and run around. It makes the world seem like a better place, a place where not everyone is sick and most people are busy with the art of living.
Yes life is good, the birds are chirping the kids are playing and the sun is shining.
Usually this is how I feel, but not today. Today is SUNDAY.
Behind us is a whipper snipper whizzing away and a dog is yelping continuously. On one side my neighbor is cleaning and listening to doof doof music, their kids bouncing on the squeaky trampoline.
So are the kids on the other side.
SQUEAK SQUEAK - YELP - WHIRR - WHIZZ - DOOF DOOF - YELP - SQUEAK SQUEAK - WHIRR - WHIZZ - YELP - DOOF DOOF - WHIZZ - SQUEAK SQUEAK - DOOF DOOF - DOOF DOOF - SQUEAK - SQUEAK SQUEAK - SQUEAK - WHHIIZZZZ WHHHHIRRR - YEEELP - DOOF
My sense of serenity and calm disappears as fast as any neighborly goodwill. I try to smile and think of the ‘imagined darling children’. It doesn’t work.
I can’t block out the noises, I wish that the world was not such a nice place and noise was not allowed.
I desperately need quiet.
SQUEAK SQUEAK - YELP - WHIRR - WHIZZ - DOOF DOOF
I start to fantasize about cutting holes in the trampolines, downing power lines and dogs in sacks in rivers. What I need is a stun gun.
Then I remember my earplugs.
Ahh peace and quiet, maybe I don’t need to take action after all.
An hour later…
The kids next door start crying. I pull out one ear plug (like the nosey neighbor I am) and listen. The trampoline has broken and one of them has hurt his leg.
Victory is mine!
I started to feel unsettled.
Did I really do that?
Should I go apologise?