Wild Forests

2005-10-08 - 2:45 p.m.

I was watering the garden this morning, when the couple who live across the road slammed out of their house, screaming at each other. They stood in their front yard, shrieking abuse for a while, and then got in a car together, and drove off. I relaxed, and kept pottering around doing my weekend housecare.

Twenty minutes later, they were back, still screaming at each other. She was screaming, sobbing, bent over next to the car with the force of her rage or sorrow. He screamed back at her, went over to her, she clung to him, screaming, and then walked away from him, into the house. I was sitting on the couch, tense, looking out the window at them, wondering at what point you call the police when people are arguing.

He remained in the front yard, and from inside the house came the most horrible rough raw wailing screaming, a keening, on and on, without pause. Thumps accompanied it, and he shouted in through the window "Don't fucking smash stuff!". The noise she was making made the hairs rise on the back of my neck. It's terrible, hearing someone in so much agony they can't do anything but scream.

I couldn't relax. A neighbour walked out of his house, stood in the front yard for a time, and then walked back inside. The screaming stopped, and then started again. There was silence for a while, and then both of them began screaming at each other again. They stopped after a while, and it's been peaceful ever since. I still have a knot in my stomach, though. I couldn't cope living in a war zone, if I can't cope with people verbally abusing each other.

(That's why I was watching out the window - not only curiousity, but to satisfy myself that they weren't hitting each other, as then I would have definitely called the police. But it was only verbal - incredibly shockingly abusively verbal, but as they both seemed to be contributing equally, I didn't think it was really anyone else's business.)

I've been eating lasagne almost every day since cooking it on Tuesday. It was delicious lasagne, but god, I'm sick of it. I think I might have to pop some of it in the freezer.

We have nothing planned this weekend. It's extremely hot, the house has been cleaned, and hours of floppy relaxation stretch ahead of me. I think I'll ride down to the local pool and have a swim.

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