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The 'phone rang just before 7.30 this morning. A wrong number.
Just moments before, our new "neighbour" had roared by on the very noisy motorbike. (We say "neighbour", but he or she could live anywhere really, but their route to and from work has recently, either through job change, moving house, or simply acquiring said bike, become one that involves roaring along Newmarket Road at about 7.30 in the morning and some point in the early evening. I'm sure it's the same motorcyclist--the noise is that distinctive--in a regular pattern. They're loud and fast, but accurate: we've not seen the speed camera operate as they go by.)
Up until then, we'd been enjoying the silence.
When we went to bed last night and gave up attempting to read, the pneumatic drills were still going and the generator still phutting in the background and too much light was still creeping in around the edges of the curtains. It had been like that since 6.30 pm. Piano practice had competed with it--and won--as had TV viewing, phone calls, and Biggle's yowling. In his case, we think the vibrations and lights were the problem since he can't have heard the racket.
When we looked out this morning, the whole caboodle--workmen, lorries, drills, pipes, portable barriers--was gone. Not so out headache.
What had caused the (almost annual) bursting of that section of water main we don't know. It's hardly rained in the last few days. The puddles from the blocked drains this side of the road have vanished completely.
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Date: 2004-03-18 03:34 am (UTC)I hope your telephonic mis-correspondant had the grace to apologise - and perhaps even the wit to make a vow to you that they would henceforth confirm telephone numbers before calling them out of office hours?
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Date: 2004-03-18 04:01 am (UTC)