Brace Yourselves...

i.resist Report... I'm seriously considering sending CLAN an e-mail, politely requesting them to make sure those attending their Gathering do not steal our parking space. My great-aunt was supposed to have been coming home on Friday, but on Thursday night, she had a fall, IN HOSPITAL, and broke her hip. At 95 years of age, that is a very bad thing indeed - any complications, and she might not make it out of there alive...

My family are already stressed out enough with trying to keep her in her own home, and we need to be able to respond, without hassle, to any changes in the situation. The last thing we'll need is the stress of having to screw around with parking because some Christian ASSHOLE is so damn selfish that they refuse to park anywhere that will dirty their precious hubcaps.

No. SCREW the e-mail. There will be THREE warnings, complete with "parking tickets", then I'll be going straight up to their "Dwelling Place" to confront them. They won't like that, I can assure you.

Take your marks...

...get set...

(...to be continued...)

Day One: DOWN WITH THIS SORT OF THING

i.resist Report... There are HUNDREDS of cars in the field. There is now an enclosed mini-soccer pitch between our fence and the two tents that sprung up on Thursday - any more, and they might as well set up right in OUR FREAKING GARDEN.

I called the Police about this noise this afternoon. I think all they did was drive past and "blip" their siren, 'cause that's the only trace of a police response that I have so far received concerning my complaint. That just isn't good enough. You can guarantee there will be more complaints.

This is the current state of play...

...oh how I wish they'd GO AWAY.

And finally... DON'T ask me about writing. I got NONE done today - my best chance is once THEY have sodded off.

I think I hear the oath of the Red Lanterns, simmering in the back of my mind...

"With blood and rage of crimson red..."