I'm completely with you the fucking P thing - at first i was excited by connecting with all of those out there with It - but then the social media echo chamber began to drive me INSANE - and now I want to want to reach for my revolver...Moving on briskly - glad to see your post as I'd actually begun to write a message saying were you ok - and then thought I was being an even sadder old fuck than usual so didn't. But good to know you've been wearing your arse out out theatre seats and wilding it up not lying dying somewhere. I have Apple earpods with sound cancelling which works well but having spent 30 years in the silence of darkest Devon I revel in the noise of living next to one of the busiest pubs in Camden. Call me sicko but the sound of drunken youth falling out onto the street at 2am is a my version of lullaby of Broadway...its life - I can't do it much anymore but I revel in the sound of it on my doorstep..
the other stuff can be challenging - like at 2.30 am when the pub staff drop a bagsfull of empty bottles on the pavement directly outside my groundfloor bedroom window...Of course if I drink enough myself that helps...and then there are the wicked Zopies
We've been going out for a few hours once a week, partly to get me used to getting into/out of the new car, and partly to fill up my tree meter. We can't see any trees from our windows, and I really miss them....
Oh thank you for the wonderful respite of Figaro ... like you I find summer can be brassy and harsh and I enjoyed reading your experience 💕
Love a bit of Mozty 😉
I'm completely with you the fucking P thing - at first i was excited by connecting with all of those out there with It - but then the social media echo chamber began to drive me INSANE - and now I want to want to reach for my revolver...Moving on briskly - glad to see your post as I'd actually begun to write a message saying were you ok - and then thought I was being an even sadder old fuck than usual so didn't. But good to know you've been wearing your arse out out theatre seats and wilding it up not lying dying somewhere. I have Apple earpods with sound cancelling which works well but having spent 30 years in the silence of darkest Devon I revel in the noise of living next to one of the busiest pubs in Camden. Call me sicko but the sound of drunken youth falling out onto the street at 2am is a my version of lullaby of Broadway...its life - I can't do it much anymore but I revel in the sound of it on my doorstep..
Yeah been lying low! I should've mentioned in the post I have also been painting a fair amount, too. Appreciate the thoughts xxx
Hahah, I don't mind the drunken yooff so much as the other stuff to be honest!
the other stuff can be challenging - like at 2.30 am when the pub staff drop a bagsfull of empty bottles on the pavement directly outside my groundfloor bedroom window...Of course if I drink enough myself that helps...and then there are the wicked Zopies
We've been going out for a few hours once a week, partly to get me used to getting into/out of the new car, and partly to fill up my tree meter. We can't see any trees from our windows, and I really miss them....
I can see a few silver birches if I crane my neck out of our window...just! Glad you are getting out a little though xxx
I have a small park along teh road but it's pretty open and so not much respite from noise. Love and hugs xx