Brats.
Bloody anti-social sodding brats.

I've been absent for over the last month as Girlpants and I have been teased, plagued and intimidated by a pack of bratlings who have found it funny to not only use our home as a thoroughfare to the back of the flats which back onto our garden but have also found it amusing to climb up a tree on the council land at the back to access our garden so that they can run havoc in the gardens and throw various missiles at our set of homes. At first, both we and our our neighbours have ignored them all but it's all taken a rather serious note, which for me, kicked in when Girlpants had to go away for work and I was alone in the house.

I'm not much of a wuss - I tend to call a spade a spade and usually would have no problem going up to people if I have a problem. But the things with baby bumps is that they tend to make mammas-to-be feel a bit more vulnerable. Mainly because it's not just me but now mini-hd, and to be home alone with unknown people banging on the windows at dusk was a little worrying. And because it would appear that I'm disabled, now I’m pregnant, which in turns means that all and sundry have been fretting... Apparently I'm quite delicate despite the fact that I can swear like the best of them when I occasionally stub my toe.

So when the 8 or 9 year olds came this weekend, Girlpants was not amused. He chased them out of the garden, and they came back, yelling that the fat lady should run.

At this point, I would like to point out that I am pregnant. Not fat. And previous to this, I was considered voluptuous...

The second time, he went to the back of the flats and I stupidly went into the garden to basically yell. But then I fell, catching myself on knees in a very undignified manner. Cue everyone - family, friends and neighbours worrying. So Girlpants remained in the garden as he heard them yell they were coming back. Which they did. Armed.

I make myself feel awfully old when I think to myself that I would never have acted this way in my day. Family was everything and my parents always knew where I was. But somehow I doubt the same could be said for this 10+ strong group of children, who came along with thick branches, bricks and in one case, a 3ft long metal bar, as they attempted to climb back into the garden. At which point, Girlpants took the bar off them and called the police. The boys in blue turned up promptly and rounded the toerags up, taking them home to their parents for a sound talking to...

But now Girlpants is fretting. He's worried about me and mini-hd, and as he's worried, I'm worried about him. He's also worried about the house and damage that could be done to it, but as we've reasoned, that's why we have insurance and as long as our little family is fine, then that's all that's important. But now he's come up with his own version modern of a moat for his castle. I have found from experience that when men get and idea in their head, they tend to exaggerate to make it the best it can be. And Girlpants has a whammy. We're going to build up the wall at the back in order as a deterrence. Not just any wall. A 6ft wall. However, to do so, we have to cut down some quite old trees at the back which I have become very fond of so I will be posting up some pictures shortly to see if anyone can help me identify some of the trees we have to cut down to replace them.

Bloody anti-social sodding brats. Not only costing us for a wall but now I lose some beloved adopted garden friends as a consequence. and I can't even have a stiff drink for dutch courage before the felling commences. Bother!