I hate noise.
I can hear all of this because my back door is open. And why is it open? Because the cats would surely drive me batshit crazy if I closed it so I am inclined to leave it open all day long. This suits me fine, they come and go, I sit snugly in my office minding my own cat free business ( I don't include Puddy in this carry on, Puddy is smart and stays in here with me, asleep) The only flaw in my plan is blue bottles-which really should be bloody dead at this time of year. They come in and buzz stupidly at my office windows, batting off them and buzzing blearily about.
I don't like killing the stupid things either so I normally get up and let them out the window, but that annoys me too. And I did actually swat one today, not on purpose either. I flung my notebook at it and smooshed it against the glass. Blee.
So when another flew in about an hour ago and droned about I resorted to ignoring it. I plugged my ipod earphones into the back of my Mac and popped on itunes. See that shitforfood? If I can't hear you I can most surely ignore you.
So I was happily working away here, ignoring cats and flies and dogs and phones and alarms. I was in good spirits. I am always in good spirits when not disturbed by stuff. Honestly, I have NEVER been in bad form undisturbed.
So there I was, working away, when up pops a U2 album I haven't heard in Christ knows how long. It's Under A Blood Red Sky.
I listen, sort of. Then I will Follow came on. Now I like that song, it reminds me of school discos and dancing and punching the air and snogging.
Well I don't know what happened. but I do know I was singing at the top of my voice and bopping my head up and down like Garv did to Queen. I know this because the Paramour, who really should let me know if he's on his way home lest I'm having a steamy affair or something- tapped me on the shoulder sending me into spasms of terror.
Eventually he stopped laughing and I stopped gibbering and we saw the funny side to it. Oh yes we really did. Frankly I'm relieved he missed the air guitar I was heavily involved during Welcome to The Jungle not half an hour earlier, but still oh yes, it's really funny when you scare/mortify the living shit out of your partner and then fall about the place laughing... oh hahahhaha...indeed.
Vengeance will be swift and painful.