So.
I’m going to write about my day first; that way I might be substantially calmer by the time I get to writing about the phonecall I just had. So. Spent the day working on the car…. trying to get all the wiring and shit finished before I head over to pick up Trey and head North.
So.
Yeah, so it went okay actually. Everything took a long time, but managed to get the regulator working and so on. Managed to get the wiring all done, put the pipe in for the oil pressure gauge, wired up the clock (it works too although it needed a prod to get it going). Sorted out the wiring for the temperature gauge, so that’s through the regulator. All funky. Wired up the heated rear window. Couldn’t work out what the burning smell was; it was only on for about 30 seconds while I measured the current it drew (5 amps), uh, then there was this hideous burning smell… Discovered that it’s one of the resistance wires burning out. Staggeringly crap so.
Anyway. So eventually got it all in and sorted, John gave me a new 555 timer, so I should be able to get the intermittent wiper working.
And then…
I sat and relaxed…
…and got a phonecall from my mum. She’d just paid for someone to build a small wall, to stop people using the road-edge of my parents garden as fucking road. Particularly the guys from the stables, who, if they didn’t park cars in their entranceway and maybe had considered that the land opposite wasn’t theirs when they built the wall around it wouldn’t keep driving fucking lorries over my parents garden.
So, she got a wall built. A low wall, to demarkate the boundary. The local ‘kids’ then came and removed the bricks from the fucking wall and plonked them, unceramoniously on the garden. My mum just rung me in tears because these racist fucking shits of kids, with racist fucking shits of parents had destroyed, basically, 200 quid of my mum’s money. Money my parents don’t have because they’re trying to keep my dad in the best possible health.
But no.
No, she can’t have this. She has to put up with these shits.
I dearly hope the police are able to do something this time; ideally including the parents paying for the damage. Also, I hope they get fucking evicted. Ideally to some little shitty inner-city block of flats. They don’t deserve to live in a fairly nice council estate in nice countryside. I’m sick of this. 6 years of hearing about them trashing the garden, the plants, stealing stuff and my parents house slowly turning into a fortress. I can’t *do* anything; or at least anything I could do is not legal, and yet they’re fucking aloud to run wild. I’m so tempted to go down with a load of concrete, chainlink and barbed-wire; and put up a 15 foot high fence with barbed wire around the *entire* property. That and drive over their fucking bikes. See how they like it the shithead bastards.
I am more angry because I can’t *do* anything. I actually hate them.
