Neighbours, gotta love 'em
It is seriously hot. It’s been 30+ for the last three days and is supposed to be the same way for the whole week. I swear, I will never complain about the rain in England again... until next month at LEAST.
The office I work in is newly refurbished, and guess what part they haven’t got around to yet... you guessed it, air conditioning.
It doesn’t seem to be affecting (effecting? I never know which one to use) my workmates as much. I have lived here for almost a year (yeah I know, time flies) and I thought I was used to the humidity, the fact that even my knees are sweating would tell me I'm not. Sweaty KNEES for god's sake.
In other news, we have some new neighbours. I hate to stereotype, but they’re asian, so I am assuming they will be quiet – hooray! It will be much better than the family on the other side (more on this later).
The guy that moved out told me they’re Chinese, but I think he is assuming, so I have to figure out a way to find out before I Gung Hei Fat Choi! them with some lucky money next January. I’m thinking “Sooo, what ARE you?” might be impolite. I would like to avoid an evil Asian stare and a “We’re Korean, you asshat, we hate the Chinese” or something. When you get called an American every other day, you tend to be more sensitive about misjudging others based on place of origin.
That brings me back to the family on the other side. My other neighbours own two Staffordshire terriers (aka pitbulls), one of which is chewing a hole into my fence at this very moment. Delightful.
The two kids that live over there used to say “Hi, Katey, Hi other next door neighbour!” when we were in the backyard. They call me “other next door neighbour” because I don't talk to them. Tell your Dad to fix my fucking fence and maybe you’ll get a hello.
Kate says “hi” back to them all the time, so now when we are both in the backyard, they say “hi, Katey!”. I’ll give them one thing, they learn fast. Haha.
Just call me Boo Radley.