Day Fifty-Three - VE Day and Miserable Bastards!

By rights I should be outside in the front garden having a front garden VE Day party. And if I lived at the other end of the street I would be. But the miserable bastards this end are doing nothing. I feel quite left out. If it wasn't for the lockdown I would be down there with my friends, who have sent me photos. It looks such fun. They have union jacks and an afternoon tea all laid out on a trestle table in their front garden. And they're going to have a sing song later.

 My rear neighbours are constructing something in their back garden. For the last few days there has been an endless cacophony of power tools screeching well into the evening. One of the tools sounds like a dentist's drill. It is not a pleasant atmosphere in my neck of the 'hood right now. But I'm stuck with it. I also have a horrid feeling the rear neighbours are going to be doing the VE day thing tonight and making a row. They're very good at that. They're the noisiest people I know. They had a karaoke party once which was so loud the house shook. It was as if the speakers were actually in my house. There was no escape and it went on into the early hours. It was awful. I wanted to cry because there was no escape.

I went out for a walk this morning and the pain didn't kick in until I was nearly half way through the circuit. I was listening to the Swingle Singers this morning. Sound old fashioned? Well, maybe a little. The group name has been around a long time but the line up has changed many times I believe. I saw them once, live, quite unexpectedly. I had gone to see Rumer in concert at the Royal Festival Hall. The support act was band called Labrador. They were okay. Then they announced an additional support. The Swingle Singers. They started by doing a version of Nick Drake's River Man which is favourite of mine. It was incredible. In case you don't know, the Swingle Singers are an acapella group and it really is quite something to hear the sound they make with just their voices. I had the CD given to me as a gift shortly after hearing them live.

It was a beautiful morning and I sat outside for a couple of hours breakfasting and reading until about 9. I'm glad I did that. It was peaceful and quite warm and I knew it wouldn't stay that way, peaceful, I mean. It's a Bank Holiday today. For VE day and May day. It's weird. Although it's Friday it feels like a Sunday but why would the days feel anything when you're in lockdown and every day is the same?!! It does though. It has that weekend, Bank Holiday feel. I loathe it!! Somehow I feel so much more lonely and isolated on weekends and Bank Holidays.

Gosh, this is a miserable, whingey post isn't it? Sorry. It's the way I'm feeling right now. I've just read that Britain will be in lockdown until June. That's probably the right thing to do in every respect except for the economy. However it looks like immediate easing will be that people can take unlimited outdoor exercise from Monday. I suppose that means instead of exercising just once a day....... you can exercise all day if you like and as many times as you like.  That's a recipe for disaster, isn't it? You can just see how that will be exploited. I'm going to be continuing just as I have for the whole of the lockdown so far. In fact I'm possibly going to spend what's left of my life in lockdown, I think, I'm that conditioned to it now. No one'll notice anyway! It'll be my new normal. The 'new normal' is the latest jargon BTW.