Bad Neighbours (bp coyle)

I knew it! The sun is barely up and already they have that smelly barbecue of theirs going. It’s the same every summer. Soon the music will be blaring and the kids will be out playing football. So many kids, I don’t know where they all come from.

Anyway, that’s it for the day, and half of the night too. Hopefully it won’t turn into one of those affairs that ends with fighting and the police being called. Haven’t had one of those for a while.

God I hate them so much.

It was all so different when old Mr Rowsome lived there, rest his soul. Never a peep out of him for days at a time. Hell, he was dead in front of the tv for a week before anyone noticed. Just thought he was having one of his quiet times.

Yeah, right on cue, here come the kids. Won’t be long before that ball goes over the fence and into my garden. Then they’ll be hoping over here themselves without so much as a please or a thank you to me.

I’m going to get a dog. Something vicious.

That might slow them down.