Is it me? have I turned prematurely into the female version of ‘Victor Meldew’? have a lost the sense of fun I used to have? or do I just dislike having what little sleep I am able to get (in the inferno that is Bessie) DISRUPTED…….
The reason for this sudden and violent rage you may well ask is a group of ‘scouts and guides’ and I use that term liberally as I think that may have just been a guise to make Sebio think they were going to be well-behaved. I think the church had been thrown in there for good measure as well, although I strongly think that it was all a rouse. I mean I don’t ever remember guides and scouts mixing when I was young; or ever having as much fun on a guide camp as this lot seem to.
In my day it was a stomach turning tea of corn-beef hash and baked beans before a rousing campfire singing such jollies as ‘Cuckabura sits in the old gum tree’ before bed as the sun was coming down.
Not so our group of high-spirited, hormonal little darlings who setup camp opposite us on Friday. They have spent their days in noisy possession of the pool with no other child on site being able to get within 20 yards without being drowned as they dive bomb each other with manic exuberance. Their nights have been spent screeching and screaming (what is it with teenage girls that they can only communicate with high-pitched wails and cries) and traipsing up and down the path that divides us.
Sebio has been wandering around for the last two days muttering under his breath that he hates groups as they are so much work, the cats have spent two days peering out from beneath the caravan which has become their sanctuary and I have been getting more and more irate at the seeming lack of control that the adults with the group (yes there are some) have on their charges.
Why are these children not being taught that 1.30 in the morning is not an acceptable time to still be making enough noise to wake the dead in nearby Estremoz. Obviously the guide and scout associations no longer teach their members that respecting others and acting in a courteous way is necessary anymore – or is that too ‘old school’.
They are leaving today thank goodness so tonight quiet shall again prevail the campsite and I can happily get on with my knitting without the fear of dropping a stitch every time a blood curdling scream travels across the ether!! (lol)
Seriously though – am I getting too old??????