Roadworks been going on outside our house for the last week. Has caused a fair amount of upheaval as the road has been closed and we haven't been able to park near the house, but hey ho these things need to be done and we have been following instructions like good citizens [angelic emoticon].
BUT I am now seeing red as they turned up this morning at 7.15am and started using pneumatic drills and other noisy road-mending paraphernalia, all the while merrily effing and jeffing away.
We sleep at the front of the house and obviously the windows are open as it's so hot. Absolutely no hope of any sort of lie-in.
PLUS all the signs say there is no parking between Monday and Saturday so DH left his car outside yesterday evening (thinking it would be okay for today) and they rang the doorbell to get us to move it. DH was on a stag do last night and is probably still over the limit and when hungover, quite frankly, is no use to man nor beast anyway so I had to get up.
Ended up having a stand-up row in my pyjamas with one of the workmen. Like a fishwife. Quite enjoyable actually.
He couldn't see any difference between a Sunday and any other day of the week and actually said 'do you think we want to be here at 7.30 on a Sunday?'. Yes, but you're BEING PAID to be here!! (and probably a hefty whack of overtime too). We just have to put up with losing our only chance of a tiny lie-in before we go back to our work tomorrow. And he had a go at me about the car being there - EVEN THOUGH THE SIGNS ONLY SAY NO PARKING MONDAY TO SATURDAY.
AIBU to think there is a difference between Sundays and other days of the week, and that 7.15am is too early to be drilling and driving massive noisy machines around (seriously, it is ridiculously loud)?
Oh, and I do feel a bit bad as obviously the workmen are just doing what they're told, but I didn't have anyone else to take it out on. And he was cruising for a fight as much as I was. And, I think, probably enjoyed it as much as I did.