Woken at 8 am this morning by banging and clattering in front of the house.
Oh joy - next door (we are both detached) are having scaffolding going up.
It's a noisy job at best but they've been at it now for 3 hours. The radio is on full blast and they are singing along tunelessly at the top of their voices. If they are not singing they are shouting and swearing using language that would make a sailor blush.
It's the first sunny warm Sunday we've had this year but I have all the doors and windows shut and I can still hear every word.
Really fed up. There's no point complaining so I have to lump it but I am full of hatred for them at the moment.