I wish to retract my remarks in a previous post, stating that this is a quiet place to live. For most of this evening, I heard:
Thump. Thump. Thump. Clatter. Thump. Thump. Bash. Thump. Crash. Thud. Thud. Thud. Bash. Thump. Thud. Clatter. Crash. Thump. Thumpity-thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
And so on. I think one of my neighbours is attempting to construct a garden shed. I can't see what's going on, but I can hear it just fine. Meanwhile, the new people across the road appear to have decided they need a section of the wall surrounding their garden removed, and that this work has to commence at some ridiculously early hour*.
I still remember the good old days when there was only one irritatingly noisy person around these here parts. Me. Guess I'm gonna have to turn the music up again.
*Anything before 9am qualifies here. I'm still only working afternoons, remember.
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