I’m usually quite a tolerant person – really I am… But there is something about the grumpy old bat (or GOB) up the road that really makes it difficult for me to like her. Not so long ago, she tried to terrorize Karriärmamman and me because we let the kids play in the … wait for it .. autumn leaves.
Yesterday, she was outside her flat with nothing to do …
… except stalk unsuspecting prey.
That prey just happened to be me – again!
There I was walking up to school with the dog – minding my own business. The dog was off the lead and I was concentrating on him: making sure that he was walking heel. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a creature wearing a neon green jacket, an old cap, baggy golf trousers tucked into grey wellington boots and an evil smile.
It turned out to be THE grumpy old bag – i.e. GOB – from last time. I walked past her, keeping eye contact with the dog. When I was nearly out of earshot, she suddenly shouted out to me: “What are YOU staring at?!”
Well, it wasn’t at her – and I think that peeved her!
I swear it: next time I’m going to sneak out in the middle of the night and set up an Anti-GOB zone. Yup – I’m going to paint a white square outside her flat with the words: GOB-free zone. NO GOBs allowed!
That should keep her inside and out of harm’s way from now until kingdom come.