Well I don’t know. Kids today. I’d’ve had a leathering from the da if I’d carried on like that.
I’m not going to apologise. I’m trying to rest and every night they’re at it with their noise and music and laughs and I think they get a fire going up there and I’m pretty bloody certain that’s not allowed by the council.
I mean I’m not asking for much. Just some peace.
So I made a noise?! So what? You’d have made a bloody noise yourself in my place. Night after night with the music and the shouting. Taking drugs no doubt and that cheap cider. It’s not good enough and I’m not going to lie back and put up with it. I’d go to hell rather. I really would.
Oh did I scare them, the little dears! Well they brought it on themselves with their noise every night and a saint would have broken if five sodding nights running he’d had to put up with it.
So I hammered and shouted and screamed and hammered some more and at last they hushed up and so I shouted at the absolute top of my voice:
“KEEP IT DOWN UP THERE!”
And it worked. Blessed silence for a moment and then the screams and the sound of their running away. Typical, can give it out but can’t take it. What do their parents teach them these days? What about the teachers?
I mean, that’s no way to behave in a cemetery.
I just want to rest in peace.