In April last year I wrote a blog about the invasion of noise in our lives entitled “Silence is golden”. It was an early morning grumble, but perhaps not surprising given I was in central London at the time.
Now one year, on I find myself in the heart of the country making the same complaint !
This is a sitting -in-the- garden sunny day reflection —- not so much a grumble more an ironic smile.
It’s natural to be potitive about life when sitting in the sun, especially when the spring birds are joyfully singing their songs for free. The village church bells chiming out the hours of the day are a timely and welcome addition to the country orchestra. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said of the BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING lawnmower of one of my neighbours. Not so much interrrrrrupting my trrrrain of thought , as completely obliterrrrrrrating any thoughts I could have strrrrrung togetherrrrrrrr. The mower not only cut the grass it gave a short ,back and sides to my brain as well !
If we are going to have any more human rights, how about a right to peace and quiet ? Maybe the Kilsby Parish Council could pass a bye-law that lawns can only be mown on one fixed day a week. If they could make it Wednsday when the bin men come we could get all the noise over and done with in one day. On that day all the grumpy old men in the village, like me, could go to the pub in the next village where moeing could be done on a Thursday.
As I write this blog a small plane flys overhead and they must have forgotten to put oil in the engine, because it sounds like a Lancaster bomber. Iwonder if we can have a no-fly zone over Kilsby — except on Wednesdays. It would certainly make air traffic controlers lives more interesting.
Isn’t that what localism is all about ?