Karen, you must have the centre of the house sectioned off, barbed wire. Heh they are your kinds, but when they are interrupting your muse, drastic measures must be taken. Ok barbed wire is a little OTT, an electric fence on the other hand, one shock should keep em at bay.
Miah, glad to know that my anger does not make me a psychopath, just a passionate poet.
Mike, thanks for the poem.
Sharon, firstly my computer would get wet, secondly the genus interuptus is my mum, who is no doubt seeking revenge for all the times I raised hell as a kid. I guess I deserve these interruptions. As the line from the sitcom "That 70's show" goes "I gave you life what more do you want.
Chris, I am starting to think I am angrier at my muse than being interrupted. Bad idea giving info like that to a kid, I have a teenage cousin (sounds like the title of a bad C&W song), nosy as hell. When she sees me at the computer, she wants to know what I am doing, if I am e-mailing, who am I e-mailing and can she read my e-mails. Best to use the mushroom theory,
“keep them in the dark and feed them dirt”.
Karilea, excellent idea. Come on guys need your ideas on getting peace and quiet.
Andrew, in Ireland you need planning permission if want to hang up a tyre swing, lethal traps in your home…well there is a lot of red tape and forms. I guess I should just write in my bedroom lock the door and turn the stereo up loud.
El riesgo vive siempre!