of distant Karaoke.
And it was BAD!!!
Sitting out on the drive this afternoon chatting to my neighbour so that we could still socialise although Hubby is in isolation (he stayed indoors), we could hear loud music and wondered if it was coming from the school’s playground behind our estate.
The volume fluctuated and in frustration, I yelled out ‘Turn it down!’ just as it went up another three notches or so.
I recognised the repertoire from a ‘Dancing in the Park’ event last year at the clubhouse down the road. Actually, that could have been two years ago now, but I digress……….
This was the Elvis favourites, followed by Oasis and Abba.
The male singer was probably not like this, but you get the idea, and he was encouraging the audience to join in when he couldn’t hit the high notes.
Visions of it going on into the early hours began to run rampant in my head, especially as our bedrooms are at the back of the house and would be in the nearest proximity.
Not wishing to be a killjoy (much) I told our neighbour that hopefully it would all be over by the early evening. If not, then I would have no qualms about calling the police for the disturbance.
I walked the dog later, and it was still going. This time he was singing all the parts from Electric Dreams, a film I actually enjoyed and felt sad when the computer pulled its own plug due to unrequited love. Maggie wasn’t that impressed, though I don’t know how much she would have heard or if she just picked up on the vibrations.
Hubby got in the car and went for a drive to ascertain where it was coming from, which turned out to be one of the caravan parks quite close to us but beyond the school. This is the first time we’ve had any problems with noise, other than a house on the corner in the next street which seems to have a party a couple of times a month during the summer. A month or so ago it was the noise from the fun fair, though we heard little from the circus.
Thoughts of an all night rave, an illegal one at that, that went on for 36 hours came back to haunt me. The police were ‘in attendance’ but did nothing due to ‘health and safety issues’ for their officers. I wrote to the local paper, as did several other people to complain and ask why they didn’t turn the hoses on them all or pull the plugs on the generators. The building was deserted and due for demolition so they shouldn’t have been there anyway, but NO. Local residents and anyone living in a five mile radius like us had to put up with constant noise and heavy bass for a day and a half over a weekend, then try and go to work on Monday morning. I lasted less than an hour and had to come home because I couldn’t concentrate, let alone see my computer screen because I was so tired.