Sunday 11 August 2013


It started badly: some knobhead decided the whole neighbourhood was aching to hear his shit music at 2.00am. And that a full two hours was needed for complete appreciation (shakes her fist at offenders).

It's amazing, though, the revenge fantasies one can indulge in while lying awake and tussling with ear-plugs: a bolt of lightning striking their house and burning them to a crisp, his no doubt stupidly big stereo falling onto him and removing his lone brain cell, being beaten to death with a CD cover. Universe, if you're listening, it's time....

Thankfully, the day improved: there was the usual Sunday pancakes, a walk in the rain with His Highness to this cafe and a few hours spent playing catchup with some marketing collateral I need to deliver this week. While I worked, the boys and the camera went to the beach. How adorbs are these pics?


  1. Hey Sharon, I just discovered your blog and I love it! Am in London although I'm from NZ and when I lived in Auckland, we also had shitty noisy neighbours. My boyfriend at the time had enough of them so at 7.00am one Sunday morning he stood outside their window with a chainsaw cutting wood. When they came out to complain, he told them he'd turn it off if they agreed to keep their music down. Result! Good luck. Although I do love those revenge fantasies. Gotta believe there's a special place in hell for them.


  2. Hey Elle, great to hear from you and thanks for the kind words. That's so funny about the chainsaw - a friend who lives around the corner from me in Mt Vic said she did the same to her neighbours and it also worked a treat! Googling 'how to use a chainsaw that's almost as big as you' right now...




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