A couple of weekends ago my folks came. It was a combination of wanting to help get us packed, get an idea of the amount of stuff we want to bring over (and tell us to throw stuff out), and to visit us one last time in Maidstone. We spent most of the days they were here in this depressing house.
It’s depressing because of our awful neighbours that I can’t wait to never, ever see or mainly HEAR again. It’s a family consisting of a defensive mum – mostly absent, a hard-working dad (leaves the house through our garden at 4pm) who can’t stop banging, sawing and other diy that never seems to be finished and is always at it’s loudest in our bedroom! They have three teenage kids that never close our garden gate when they use their easement right to walk through there and seem to think their easement right also apply to their friends and their friends’ bicycles. And their family also consist of three very badly treated dogs who spent most of their time in their garden barking, ruining fences and eating each other’s poo.
The other reason why it’s depressing is because it was sunshine outside, for once this year, and the house is very, very dark. We did make the best out of one day though and went to Leeds castle (classic outing).