She was doing it again this evening – the ‘oo-oo’ woman. There I was, sitting in my garden as the dusk was draping its peace across the distant landscape. A wood pigeon cooed gently from a nearby tree. I’d hosed the garden earlier, and the warm, still air smelt damp. As I sank willingly into a gentle reverie, it started.
‘Oo-oo.’
It was like being splashed with icy water when you’re just falling asleep. I gave in to a base instinct. I yelled in her direction.
‘Will you shut up for God’s sake, you bloody irritating woman!’
There was a high hedge and two hundred yards of field between us, and so I didn’t think she’d heard. But she stopped.
I felt... churlish.
Oh, well.
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Jeff!!!
Well, did I say she DRIVES ME UP THE BLOODY WALL?
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