This morning, outside my bedroom window*
A jackhammer.Bidididididi bidididididididididi bididididididiidididididididididiidididididi
An electric saw.
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Workmen shouting over the ruckus of the jackhammer and the saw.
"Tjfieakejh!" "What? I can't hear you!!!"
A hammer.
Tonk tonk tonk tonk tonk tonk tonk tonk.
Ok, turns out that last one was my clock striking eight.
Practically every morning since I moved here in November, workmen have been arriving on the building site next door at the crack of dawn, to beat the heat of the day. The concrete mixer a few weeks back was bad enough, but that jackhammer. Grrrrr.
I can't wait until the house next door is finished. It will probably be the same day I decide to move.
R.
* Readers will, of course, recognise this as an oft-used post title in a world famous blog
posted by flying kiwi @ 2:52 AM
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