Cockerels, cockerels everywhere! And not a shotgun in sight.
When God invented cockerels he had probably just been to a Deckchairs gig without his earplugs. What was he thinking?
Next door’s cockerel got killed by a dog. Then they went and got another one. Our neighbours over the road had so many cockerels at one point, they had to have a cull as the whole street was complaining.
Heartless you may think, you live in the countryside and are very lucky so stop complaining you may say – what’s that? I can’t hear you I’ve got my earplugs in.
Don’t get me started about pheasants.
I wonder if you can actually build a soundproof house without breaking the bank. When we built ours we thought that all the insulation we put in the outer walls would be enough – naïve, that’s what we were. We put soundproofing plasterboard in between the bedrooms upstairs and that works really well in counteracting noise from snoring visitors, or Mr Clark cranking up his Marshall amp, but how I wish we had put it on all the walls. At the time it would have been a budget issue – it being pricier – and that would have made our spreadsheet of costs strain even more at its already bulging seams. If you are building a house on a tight budget you’ll know what I mean.
I don’t know why, but I seem to have amassed a large number of egg boxes over the last couple of years. People always ask me why, as they are right by the front door steadily making their way up to the ceiling. I say that it is a modern art installation and balk when they ask if they can have a couple to take home with them. Maybe I’ll stick them to the walls of my bedroom for sound insulation.
If you are building a house, even in the countryside, I would urge you to think about sound insulation. Isn’t hindsight a wonderful thing? My mum says it is. She says it teaches you to recognise the same mistakes when you make them again. If we do ever build again, you never know I might have collected enough egg boxes to actually put into the walls; now that would be recycling at its best.