A bit of tranquility in an otherwise bustling town.
I love this place. In fact, sometimes when I get overwhelmed by wanderlust, this is the only place that reminds me that it's not so bad being stuck in Belper. If you read my last post, you'll know that things have been a bit rubbish recently, and it's going to places like this (where I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder) that keep me sane.
It's just a park, basically, but it's so serene compared to the rest of the town, that it's easy to forget that you're by a busy road, a train line and in a bustling town centre.
So, I thought I'd shoot a little video just to show you lovely readers one of my favourite places right now! Hope you enjoy it!
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I am so sorry that I've taken longer away from blogging than I promised. I do have a good excuse, mind. The past few weeks have been iffy and the weekend was dire to say the least.
One of my neighbours is clearly suffering from serious mental health issues and has started to harass my parents and I. I've personally been subjected to heaps of abuse and been called all the names under the sun; for things like leaving my bedroom window open at night.
I don't want to delve into too much detail, but this has had a seriously detrimental effect on my life at the moment. I had a panic attack at the thought of leaving the house on Monday, all because of one man constantly launching tirades at me. I'm having to park my car on a different road just so he can't damage it, and thinks I'm away from home.
I'm terrified of leaving the house because of the harassment that may follow, but I don't feel safe in the house either because of what happened last weekend.
He was hammering on our front door, drunkenly, at 3am. And then again at 3:20am. He was shouting abuse, making threats and even banging our letterbox demanding that we open the door to him. I had to call the police twice. They moved him on, thinking he'd leave us alone. But on Sunday, I went to Starbucks, and saw him watching us leave. When we came home and pulled up outside our house, he stormed out of his house, followed us, and started shouting at us. We had to ring the police again. He's making up slanderous lies about me and my parents too.
The police are on our side, but the law is on his side. I've got to continue to take the level of abuse I have been doing recently, because there's nothing the police can do right now. He can get away with shouting abuse and making threats at my bedroom window at 5-6am most mornings, and I've just got to grin and bear it. The police are trying to detain him for a mental health assessment, but that's easier said than done.
I hope he gets the help he needs and soon, because it's getting too much for me to bear. Is a quiet life so much to ask for?
Sorry for the really personal and serious post, but I wanted you lovely readers to know why I've not been around recently. Normal service will be resumed shortly.
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I've decided to take a week off blogging. I'm incredibly busy this week, and at the weekend, I'm doing the Race for Life 10K (Eeeeeeee!) So, if I add blogging into the equation too, it's making me a little stressed out. I've not exactly kept it a secret that I've been feeling a little overwhelmed, blogging-wise, of late.
Back in the day, when I was in sixth form, I had a part-time job at a local supermarket. Pretty standard, right? Except, I genuinely hated it. I only worked there for six and a half months because it made me so miserable. I spent eight and a half hours each week serving customers at peak times, most of the time on the tills.
Why did I hate it so much? Rude customers. A supervisor who HATED me with a passion for no apparent reason. (To be fair, she hated most of the other women, but was all over the men and teenage boys.) Managers who expected me to make a part-time job my main priority instead of my A-Level exams. Oh, and getting paid less than £5 an hour.
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