Wind chimes. Why? Why why why why why?
Our garden has many other gardens backing on to it, and now a second neighbour has decided that the tree at the bottom of their garden wasn’t quite cutting it as a tree. It needed something else. Blossom and apples? Meh. I know, they must have said, let’s nail some wind chimes to it.
I hate wind chimes, their smug twinkly, plinkly, new age arseing noise. They are at the bottom of their garden so they can ignore them but they are very close to my back door.
Tonight, just as I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I was standing in the back garden trying to nail the back door back together – it had been split in two by a HUGE gust of wind. It was like something out of Consequences. My life is spinning around me, the weather is against me, come on Ye Almighty what can you throw at me now?! Then I heard the bloody fucking wind chimes.
You need banjo therapy. Now that I’m learning the guitar you can borrow mine if you like. It’s helped me through some very bad times.
Nice idea, I might try it – though green tea is good too.
Ditodotdat said that you need banjo therapy. No, you need new neighbors, and since it has been seven years since your original post, I hope they are long gone by now. People who hang wind chimes, inflicting the noise on their neighbors, are narcissistic (you must like what they like, share their vision, etc.), arrogant, thoughtless, and exceedingly inconsiderate creatures.