Builders...

The builders have moved in next door.

Not to live, but to destroy my happiness and reduce my sleep down to under 3 hours a night. thumbs up?
fuck off more like...

Drills, hammers, painting it's all doing my head in. How can painting be annoying I hear you ask? Because the fucking painter brought a fucking radio and apparently the only way to listen to the fucking twee country/easy listening fucking stylings of Hugo-fucking-Duncan (actual name) is at FULL FUCKING VOLUME.

And there is no talking to them about it. Well that's not strictly true, you can talk to them about it just don't expect any answers.

"So this gonna go on for how long?"

"Ah now well as long as it takes."

"Yes but how long is that gonna be, a week? Two weeks? A month?"

"Hard to say....about that long."

"How long?"

He answered by telling me all about the job, skirting boards, floors, kitchen, boiler blah blah blah. Never having renovated a house I have no frame of reference as to how much work is involved in repointing a kitchen.

What does that even mean, repointing a kitchen?

Please don't answer that, I don't care.

I'd expect to hear more about Manuel v The Builders over the next few weeks.

Or is it months.....?