So we spent the evening listening to the lovely sounds of a wailing hammer drill… I’m all for home improvements and I understand that some people just don’t have the luxury of being able to do them during the day or over weekends, but once 10pm rolls around I really expect anyone who thinks they’re a decent human being to stop drilling holes in their walls.
They didn’t. So I went down. And knocked. And an old fat man answered the door.
“Hello?†he asked as if I might just be popping around for some tea.
“Are you actually building at 10pm?†I replied.
“No, he’s just drilling one hole; is it disturbing you?†he asked leaving me pondering what the Laurel of this Hardy duo could look like.
“At 10pm, yes†I replied while the ‘one hole’ thing bounced around my head annoyingly.
“Ok, We’ll pack up for tonight and carry on in the morning†he said as if I was part of his work crew and should go fetch my lunch box.
“Great†I replied over-enthusiastically.
You really can’t make these things up.
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