Are you fed up with the squeaking yet?
There’s a lady who lives down our street who walks her dog early in the mornings. Not a problem – it’s probably good for her and for her dog. She goes out in her car with her dog every morning (early means before 6am) to take the dog to where the dog gets its dose of walkies. Not necessarily a problem, although I reckon there are nice walkies areas around us within walkies distance.
What is frustrating is that her car brakes squeak. Badly. Very badly. Each morning she eases her car gently down her drive onto the road. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak… You get the idea. It’s not a nice way to be woken up. It sounds like there’s a mouse with a megaphone outside our window. I find the dawn chorus of tweeting bad enough.
We have spoken about this to some of our neighbours and they hear it too. The funny thing is none of us have had the nerve to go and speak with her about it. Instead we (if they are anything like me) wake up to squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak… and lie there feeling annoyed and irritated. Why don’t I say anything to her?
The coward in me thinks that it is not the best way to introduce myself: “Hello, I’m Nick, please will you sort out your car brakes because they are driving [pun unintended] me mad in the mornings.” How would you react to that? Of course I don’t have to introduce myself like that, but that is how I imagine it when I am awoken by squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak…
She’s almost certainly a lovely lady who has a nice dog and loves it enough to take it to its favourite place every day early in the morning. I keep resolving to go and find out. Maybe blogging about it will motivate me. Perhaps I could take her a gift. WD40 anyone?
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