An update on my neighbours' renovations.
Mercifully, their enthusiasm for pre-dawn hammering has tailed off, and I think I see why. On Sunday morning the thunder of discord replaced the zephyr of harmonious industry. As I opened one sleepy eye I mistook it for cats brawling, but slowly my brain formed the screeches into words...
He: (On the verge of tears) Why should I keep going when he tears out everything I do? I know I'm not the best builder in the world, but I want to learn! He's emasculating me!!
She: (On the verge of braining him) Are ya gunna come and get ya fuckin' breakfast or sit on your arse whinging? I'm not ya fuckin' slave, y'know!
Oh dear... trouble in paradise!
6 December 2004
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