I don’t like my neighbours.
Actually, that’s a teensy bit inaccurate. I don’t like my neighbours’ children. Any of them. Not even joking.
They are a group of around five under-ten-year-olds and they seem to have claimed the land to the side of our house, i.e. our land, as their own playing field.
That’s alright though, because I’m a calm person who shares things brilliantly…
But oh my fucking god they’re so loud and so very annoying.
*Apologies, God, for saying thine name in vain or something similar - but if you were a deity who didn’t create assholes, we wouldn’t be having this problem.
