Ultimately I do think I'm being unreasonable...sort of. It's pretty much just a rant because I'm cranky and tired
Our street is clearly the first one on the route of the binmen/recycling guys. They're there at 6.30 on the dot every single Monday morning, van pulled up literally 2 feet from our bed, (there's our tenement houses then 2 feet of pavement then the road) with the noisiness and flashing amber lights that accompanies the vehicle. Every. Single. Monday.
All our neighbours are in the same boat because the front room is generally designated the main bedroom in our houses.
WIBU to right to them and gently suggest that if they have to start at that time of the morning they might want to pick a street where there are driveways that at least put some distance between yourself and the rude awakening? Or does someone have a suggestion as to how I can sleep through the racket?