Surprise, surprise. The person who removed the protective cover from the street lamp and let it shine back into the window of my bedroom is the same person it has always been.

I hope this world can give me more shock, but it seems to be very few. When the council told me that someone asked to restore the full glare of the bright white LED bulb, I hoped that it might not be the obvious suspect.

I thought, wouldn’t it be exciting if people who were not left-wing vegetarians interfered with my happiness? but it is not the truth.

Left-handers like dazzling light bulbs, even in rural areas. I think it has something to do with their dislike of the country and trying to make it more like a town.

Urbanization is their pet project. They are helped and abetted by every fool who now comes to the countryside. They do some anti-social things in their free time, because working at home has become the norm.

A few days ago, when I was about to train my horse at the sand school, my coach suddenly shouted: "Now turn around and ride back to me!"

When I turned around, I heard a roar behind me. 'Sit up straight! 'He shouted, because as the roar grew louder, Darcy had already begun to jump around.

I gripped the reins tightly, and about 20 off-road vehicles ran behind the hedges to the side road beside this idyllic farm. A minute ago, everything was calm except for the faint cry of the cows in the fields. Now everything is calm. The stupidity and selfishness of modern people in hell is broken.

Of course, this is worse for horses, because the bicycles are hidden behind the hedges of the farm, albeit under our feet, because they use the surface of the public path as a race track.

"I can't stand it anymore!" I yelled to the horse trainer amid the roar of the bicycle, and when the poor horse trembled with fear, I held onto Darcy's life tightly. "We just got used to racing cars swarming around us, now are motorcycles?"

Obviously, I can no longer set foot on that sleepy path, because I know that if I really ride a thoroughbred on this road and ride a buggy, then I am a dead woman.

As for the bombed street lamp, it is another last straw in the pile of last straws. It makes me wonder where a country girl can go without being besieged.

I live in a small row of huts on a rural green area. This row also houses a councillor and his wife, who happen to be left-wing vegetarians. When I first moved here from South London, this lady was very angry when I said I was looking forward to living in the country. 'This is not the countryside! It's near Woking! She screamed because I was sitting on the sofa in her living room, during a courtesy visit when you moved in somewhere.

I said casually: Of course, whatever. We live on a 65-acre green area surrounded by wasteland and farms, but Woking is 4.6 miles on this road, so it’s not a country as you please.

Except that it is, this is why an LED street light should not be placed on a clump of grass on an unpaved track outside my house. It destroys the night sky, so we can't see the stars, confuses the wild animals, and shines through the window of my bedroom.

After I applied to shield it-well, I threatened to throw myself out of the window because of lack of sleep-a protective cover was installed on half of the light.

But the congressman’s wife then strongly opposed it, so that the parliament deleted it. I know the full details of her complaint because she published an open letter about it in which she warned that everything beyond the end of the world will happen because a small translucent plastic piece is cutting off the glare from half the light. .

Women will be attacked and killed. The old man will fall. She even listed the poor Gypsy as a possible culprit on the list of appalling crimes she imagined, because the wattage was slightly reduced.

In the four years I lived here, we once had a green traveler who did nothing but spend money in the village shop. Take control of yourself, I want to tell her. It is impossible for a street lamp to illuminate 65 acres of public land to prevent all the murders and looting in your mind.

But of course, it's not about that. Street lights are symbolic. It is a monument to the victory of her people. It's like a banner on the battlefield. This countryside has fallen.