The perfect place?

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My new year hasn't got off to a great start and I put it down to where I live. I need a little rant now in the hope I can move on and be more positive for 2010!

I still have the neighbour from hell next door. I'm sick of trudging round there and asking her to turn the music down. We emailed her landlord again and he said she has been pocketing her housing benefit and not paying her rent, so he is in the process of having her evicted. But the earliest this might happen is February.

The kid across the street is still running riot and has made the front page of a national newspaper - twice! He stole his mum's car (again) and ran it into someone's front garden (again). It's quite surreal seeing the goings-on of your small street in a tabloid. They must be hard-up for stories. Apparently once he turns 12 in February he can be detained so it looks like February might be my lucky month.

To top things off, I took K out for a stroll and came across loads of broken glass, dog shit, rubbish, a condom (thankfully I didn't notice if it had been used) and, the icing on the cake,  a dead budgie. Or rather a dead budgie's head and wing. Nice.

Hopefully things will get better and I do have some lovely neighbours to compensate for the crap ones. But it got me thinking about where I want K to grow up. I asked Mr: "If you could live anywhere where would it be?" He said he'd like a suburb near to London. Damn, I thought he'd pick somewhere hot and glamorous. I would move back to the South coast if we could both find decent jobs, but we are stuck here for a minimum of 2 years while Mr is at college and we carry on with the house rennovations.

So that's it for feeling sorry for myself. I'm off out to the local shops, safe in the knowledge that the snow will have covered any nasties!