Saturday nights (all right for fightin')

My neighbourhood's been pretty stable and quiet for a while. The local kids are being good, staying off the road, and not doing too much in the way of stuff-smashing. There's an occasional outburst of Tourette-like swearing from a guy a couple of doors away, followed by door-slamming and high-speed take-offs, but it's never prolonged, and (while it annoys me that he inflicts his intense emotions on others without consent) it hasn't put me on 'someone's in trouble / time to call the coppers' alert for a long time. I think she left.

Today has been stinky hot, in a build-up kind of way. Not coincidentally there has been a bit of blueing and squabbling from a few different houses: enough to attract two visits from the constabulary (and counting).

I'm convinced that intense heat and blustery winds play their part; and I note the date- it's armistice day, a military anniversary, which invokes my childhood recollection that Anzac Day (aside from the prawns) was danger day.

Most of the flare-ups here today were around sunset / early evening. It's gone calm again now. A bit of cheery banter from over the road, some intermittent dogs, and occasional bursts of lovesick ballad from karaoke-guy, whose daughter is visiting. 'Bad to the bone' has come off constant rotation up the road.

Oops! Just when I thought all was calm, there goes a distant backfire, with respondent dogs. Despite (temporarily) living in the suburbs, I still think shotty first, carplay as a conscious 'oh,yeah, that's right' afterthought.

Look to the west, and rejoice.