Blowing away the neighbours

I WOULD like to take my neighbour to task for blasting off firecrackers with no consideration for anyone or anything else.

No need to think of the runaway dog I had to rescue after it ran away from home, scared out of his furry skin.

My two-year-old was crying with fear with her arms around my neck.

Then there is my granddad with his pacemaker to help his heart keep its rhythm, but no worries if you don’t care about the elderly and their well-being.

Let’s just blast them to heaven while you’re at it.

Then, not to mention all the sessions of therapy I had to go through for my post traumatic stress syndrome that you have just blown back to kingdom come.

We stay home where it is supposed to be safe over the festive season, away from people like you.

But you just came and made it an endless time of terror.

BLOWN AWAY NEIGHBOUR