Is there no end to all this noise? Last night, as we started to make dinner, the whizzes & bangs began. Just 5.30pm and they're off. The sky isn't so filled with colour this year. A sign of the credit crunch & people maybe trying to save a bit by buying less spectacular fireworks? I wonder. Bonfire Night being a school day this year, clearly parents have decided the fun should be had early so their offspring will get to bed at a reasonable hour. Still they go on late into night.
I'm up early this morning. Around 8.30am, the doorbell goes. Neil, the car mechanic, I think. (Read the Fox's blog to discover why I should think that.) But no. It's the roof repair man. Early in the summer the flat roof over the laundry room sprang a leak. Rivers ran down the inside walls. The ceiling dripped. Unfortunately the roof man was due to go into hospital for an op on his arm & was then going to need several months physio to recuperate. He put a temporary roof on - just as well with the wet summer this one turned out to be. He's finally arrived to repair it properly. So now there is all sorts of banging & hammering going on. Oh, & now there's the whine of an electric saw.
Is there no peace left in this world?
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