Boppin’ at the Drop In

I’ve often commented that although we live in a holiday town, we are sufficiently away from the centre to not be disturbed by the attractions during the season.
That may all change tonight as there is a function on at the pub on the corner, which is the first since we’ve been here.
From the posters, it’s a 60s evening with a live band so hopefully will be music we are at least familiar with rather than the noise and bad language lyrics that pass for such today.
The bungalows here vary in design, and we are lucky in that our bedrooms are at the back of the property whereas both of our neighbours have their sleeping arrangements at the front. Those over the road with their gardens backing onto the main road will probably hear more than we do, though they are older than us and may well have hearing difficulties so can turn their aids off.
Hubby and I don’t like noise. It’s nothing to do with being old fuddy-duddies and wanting to spoil everybody’s fun, but both of us suffer from tinnitus, even though our pitches are different. However, once a beat or buzz gets inside our head, there’s no shifting it, therefore we are not looking forward to tonight’s activities.
We had our fair share in the cottage as we lived directly next to the Village Hall.
It didn’t have a liquor licence thank goodness, but that didn’t stop people bringing their own and then inebriated, relieving themselves in people’s gardens, crashing through fences or even passing out in the gutter. We actually had wire between our trees at the back and the foliage was dense and thorny so if they tried to enter, it bloody hurt!
There were New Year’s parties the first couple of years we were there, and a few wedding receptions which were OK, but it was the teenage discos and raves that were our undoing in the niceties and tolerant stakes.
Let us just say that we were pretty well in with the cop shop and one night they loaded up 2 transit vans with illicit booze at a disco for under 15s. The next rave resulted in an even better haul of drugs and alcohol, and the organisers were taken to task, the result being no more parties, private or otherwise, which was still in force when we left in 2014.

However, if the music is good tonight and not intrusive, I may well be out dancing in the street (or on the front lawn)! Just gotta make sure I don’t  ‘bop’ when I meant to ‘hop’.


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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Boppin’ at the Drop In

  1. Sadje says:

    Hope it is to your taste. Enjoy!

  2. Hope it’s good tunes. Tinnitis is a real bother sonetimes. 🙂

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