It’s another hot day, but at least we have a gentle breeze. Those on the beach will have to take extra care as they are likely to burn more easily and won’t notice.
A two car family entered our road just after 9 am yesterday and we were subjected to the 24 car door slam. Each car had four doors plus boot, and with kids involved, there was a lot of opening and closing. They unloaded the boot contents and humans of one into the largest vehicle driven by Grandad, driving off to return at 5.15 after a day spent wherever.
Tempers were short, adults were angry, kids were whiny, faces and bodies were pink bordering on red depending on who you were looking at, and they were LOUD! There followed another 24 car door slam as they rearranged car boots and kids before sodding off home. Methinks there might be a few sore shoulders, backs , fronts and knees today.
Last night was still and unbearably hot. We had music blaring from the funfair so three or four different records at full volume. Surprisingly we do not hear much from the circus.
We intend to send an email to the council to complain, especially as apparently this is the first year the funfair has been here AND RESIDENTS DO NOT WANT IT BACK!!
Maggie was restless all night, getting us up practically every hour as she was so hot. She eventually settled around 3 am only to wake Hubby at 4 to let him know the alarm was gong off at the restaurant down the road.
Speaking to a friend with her GSD on my walk this morning, she’d had a go at some holidaymakers yesterday as they were complaining about people walking their dogs on the prom saying it shouldn’t be allowed.
You don’t cross this lady. In her 80s, she is a firecracker and likely not just to bite your head off, but chew your skull to splinters and spit it out in the dust. She turned on them and asked if they were residents or holidaymakers. When they said the latter, she got angry and told them that she was a resident, paid her taxes and they could just f*** off back from whence they came.
I should point out here that our end of the beach is open to dogs all year anyway, so he was in the wrong TWICE.
Once again we are going nowhere today. So far (it’s 11.55 am) we have no unwanted cars parked in our road. Foot traffic is thick, heavy (in more ways than one) and frequent though, mainly in groups of four or five plus. Maggie might get a second walk this afternoon if it’s not too hot, otherwise it won’t be until this evening by which time most visitors will have either gone home or back to their caravans, holiday lets or B&Bs.
We have heard from three different sources now that the caravan parks are intending to stay open during the winter months in order to recover some of their lost revenue. Great (not). Here we were counting the days to October when they would all go home and we got our town back. We are being totally ungracious and praying for rain and heavy winds as we have come to expect in the colder months to drive them all away.
Rory aka A Guy Called Bloke has kindly awarded this post his gift of the compliment.