Noise pollution

Someone asked how the fridge noise was coming along downstairs.

It gets turned off on Saturday night and on again on Monday morning giving us a nice quiet weekend. Someone is talking to the owner about getting the thing serviced, so it’s on-going, but today this now seems a minor noise in comparision to what may lie ahead.

Did I not say ‘better the devil you know. Through the door today came a letter from Westminster council – a planning notice for an extension building of 2 flats on the flat roof behind our flat. AND a planning notice for an extension on the flat nextdoor. Argh.

Obviously we don’t have the right to say whether or not they can do that, so it’s moving on time again. There is no such thing as quiet bulding work right. There will be scaffolding and boots and drilling and band saws, and dust and more boots and it will be from early in the morning right through all nap times, no, no, no.

Ah well c’est le vie as they say. – Who are they ? Sometimes I’d like to throttle them.

Back to the drawing board. Unless you have any bright ideas. Think silver lining, think there must be a good reason this is happening, say no to the little voice in back of head saying where can I get money to pay off credit cards and run away to Greek island.