That Couple Next Door.
That couple next doewer raylly git on mar bloody wick, thee deow. Thee think theer so high n mighty, teowkin’ ow posh, larkes - why conna thee teowk normal larke may n our Trev’ deow? Professionals, that’s what thee call ‘emselves, or to give it the full title, young professionals, ow bloody “la-de-da,” thee are, thee act as if theer farts dunna stink larke every-bugger elses deow. ‘E leowkes larke thee’s summat wrong with ‘im! N ‘er, dunna git me bloody started on ’er; weolkin’ dine th’ road as bold-as-bloody-brass, larke er’s trayin to balance a payle o’ beowks on ’er pretty blonde ‘ead. Ooh, ah conna bloody stand ’em, ah conna. Ah oewnly went rind theer to say “Ay up, welcome to th’ neighbour’ood,” but ‘er leowked at may larke ah wis bloody-well daft! Well, ah’ve trayed showin’ um ‘ospitality - eet’s obvious thee onna from rahnd ‘ere, ah wis doewin’ mar neighbourly bit, thee kneowst, larke eet says in th’ Bible - but ah wunna deow eet again! Ah wunna bother! Nah, that’s eet as far as ah‘m concerned, thee’ve burned theer bloody bridges!
That couple next door seem terribly nice, very welcoming, although me and Richard have only met them just the once, as we were unpacking when we first arrived. Quite frankly, it’s been dreadfully arduous adjusting to our new surroundings. My darling Richard, I know, has been under considerable strain adapting to his new job over here; I can see the anxiety in his eyes. He seldom complains. Bless him. Richard is Richard, and during the preciously short few years of our marriage I’ve tended to notice his behavioural traits, his eccentricities, if you like, and when under pressure, his burdens do serve to force him into his shell, making him appear, to outsiders, anxious and maladroit. Given time, however, I’m sure he will adjust to our new status quo. There is a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, I’m sure we’ll settle here, eventually.
The new house is a dream, I love it, and the area is very agreeable; with lots of amenities and culture around the local area for Richard and I to enjoy. Yes, the more I think of it I’m positively sure we will make a home for ourselves here. That is, however, if we ever learn to interpret exactly what it is our neighbours are actually saying to us…
That couple next doewer raylly git on mar bloody wick, thee deow. Thee think theer so high n mighty, teowkin’ ow posh, larkes - why conna thee teowk normal larke may n our Trev’ deow? Professionals, that’s what thee call ‘emselves, or to give it the full title, young professionals, ow bloody “la-de-da,” thee are, thee act as if theer farts dunna stink larke every-bugger elses deow. ‘E leowkes larke thee’s summat wrong with ‘im! N ‘er, dunna git me bloody started on ’er; weolkin’ dine th’ road as bold-as-bloody-brass, larke er’s trayin to balance a payle o’ beowks on ’er pretty blonde ‘ead. Ooh, ah conna bloody stand ’em, ah conna. Ah oewnly went rind theer to say “Ay up, welcome to th’ neighbour’ood,” but ‘er leowked at may larke ah wis bloody-well daft! Well, ah’ve trayed showin’ um ‘ospitality - eet’s obvious thee onna from rahnd ‘ere, ah wis doewin’ mar neighbourly bit, thee kneowst, larke eet says in th’ Bible - but ah wunna deow eet again! Ah wunna bother! Nah, that’s eet as far as ah‘m concerned, thee’ve burned theer bloody bridges!
That couple next door seem terribly nice, very welcoming, although me and Richard have only met them just the once, as we were unpacking when we first arrived. Quite frankly, it’s been dreadfully arduous adjusting to our new surroundings. My darling Richard, I know, has been under considerable strain adapting to his new job over here; I can see the anxiety in his eyes. He seldom complains. Bless him. Richard is Richard, and during the preciously short few years of our marriage I’ve tended to notice his behavioural traits, his eccentricities, if you like, and when under pressure, his burdens do serve to force him into his shell, making him appear, to outsiders, anxious and maladroit. Given time, however, I’m sure he will adjust to our new status quo. There is a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, I’m sure we’ll settle here, eventually.
The new house is a dream, I love it, and the area is very agreeable; with lots of amenities and culture around the local area for Richard and I to enjoy. Yes, the more I think of it I’m positively sure we will make a home for ourselves here. That is, however, if we ever learn to interpret exactly what it is our neighbours are actually saying to us…
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