Wednesday and all is well

There's just no bloody privacy here anymore. Here I am in my knickers cooking in the kitchen with the back door open. Now normally my high fences and summer garden would hide the patio area and doorway completely. I could have my very own nudist colony here with no problem. But this year has seen the rise of the trampoline. Those large 15 foot monstrosities that every single kid with a loving parent owns around here. In the mornings all you can here is the squeak of the springs as they bounce up and down in unison.
Today I'm cooking and some kid yells out "Hello Trin"... Then more quietly. "Mummy! Trin has her knickers on". Feck off kids, you're lucky I got them on.
The trampolines have caused several arguments. One child reckons she can do 500 bum drops and the other kid says she can do 5 million and there have been copious tears. The dog next door Tiababy is regularly man handled onto the trampoline and bounced until she barks like a seal being eaten by a polar bear. Kevin two doors down has been caught spitting on his neighbours one and his fav trick is peeing over the fence.
This is such a select neighbourhood. A virtual Pontins fest.
Abby's dad sent her a 20 quid cheque today. For her exams. Nice of him. But he spelt her name wrong. On the envelope, the card and cheque he spelt it Abigial. In the card her name is crossed out three times with various spellings and then he settled on Abigial.
On well. I guess I should have called her something easier like Jo.
She also had a really cool card from Clarrie which she was thrilled about.
We spent the afternoon at the college sorting out her course. They've accepted her thankfully. There was about 50 kids there who'd just decided to apply and needed interviews. It was chaos really. She has to start Monday at 09.30. She's appalled at the 'early' start. Ha! It'll do her the world of good.