Being on a late today
meant I got to have a bit of a lie-in. But only a bit. It’s always
noisy on recycling day. The same dustmen who are really quiet on
Wednesdays make a terrible noise on Fridays. I’ve complained in the
past and have been told that they make the noise because they don’t
want to do the recycling. I’d quite happily swap my current daily
round for doing the recycling if any of them really don’t want to
do it.
And then the drilling
started. For no reason that I can establish, workmen have started
excavating the pavement just up the road from our house. And this
morning they parked a lorry full of all manner of digging apparatus
right outside the front of the house, climbed on the back of the
lorry, and started banging various lumps of metal together. Probably
because they could.
Yesterday I mentioned
here about an exhaust pipe that is cluttering up the shed. Whilst I
was having some brekkie this morning My Boy TM"
came home; I harangued him about his exhaust pipe. Apparently he’s
going to sell it though Facebook since eBay is “too much like
farting around”. He then went to the shed to get out his
fishing gear and realised why I was whinging about the exhaust pipe.
There isn’t very much room in the shed to begin with; and much of
the space is taken up by a huge exhaust pipe. His huge exhaust pipe.
And so to work. A minor
disappointment: I had been offered the chance to do two night shifts
this weekend to help out because of the chaos which would have
resulted from ongoing building works. Unfortunately the building
works have been postponed, and so the chance of twenty-five hours
work (paid at time and a half) has just gone up the Swannee.
Which is a shame. Mind you I would have missed the Saturday film
night, and missing that is never a good thing.
Meanwhile I bet this
chicken has a very sore bum….
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