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2005-05-10 | 6:02 p.m.

Yes, my garden has mould-ridden mattresses strewn across it. Yes, there is a defunct washing machine sitting atop the patio. Yes, the only living thing in the vicinity is a greenish twig of unknown parentage in a pot but, little boys living adjacent to us, THAT DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO CHUCK YOUR CRAP OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW ONTO AN AREA OF OUR PROPERTY.

Having realised that some small children have been using our garden as a dustbin, I picked up three juice cartons and hurled them over the fence joining our houses. Unfortunately one of the juice cartons was a trifle full and may or may not have landed on the washing they had hanging up. I hope this doesn't result in a skirmish of any sorts.

I've read approximately five pages of a book today. Neighbours still has far too high a priority in my daily schedule, as does nap-taking. There is nothing like curling up in a warm bed on a warm afternoon and waking up around dinner time. The uni lifestyle is absolutely second to none. Methinks living in the real world might sting a little when it happens.

It's not like my day will be totally devoid of intellectual stimulation though seeing as we'll be doing the traditional pub quiz tonight. And losing, naturally, but that's all part of the fun.



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