So we spent the evening listening to the lovely sounds of a wailing hammer drillâ€¦ Iâ€™m all for home improvements and I understand that some people just donâ€™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 theyâ€™re a decent human being to stop drilling holes in their walls.
They didnâ€™t. So I went down. And knocked. And an old fat man answered the door.
â€œHello?â€ he asked as if I might just be popping around for some tea.
â€œAre you actually building at 10pm?â€ I replied.
â€œNo, heâ€™s just drilling one hole; is it disturbing you?â€ he asked leaving me pondering what the Laurel of this Hardy duo could look like.
â€œAt 10pm, yesâ€ I replied while the ‘one hole’ thing bounced around my head annoyingly.
â€œOk, Weâ€™ll pack up for tonight and carry on in the morningâ€ he said as if I was part of his work crew and should go fetch my lunch box.
â€œGreatâ€ I replied over-enthusiastically.
You really canâ€™t make these things up.