Today I had 2 neighbours on opposite sides playing different but equally terrible music, petrol mowers, power tools, hoovers, hot tubs, dogs barking (including mine a few times to be fair) and the usual chavs on scramblers. We even had a camera drone flyby at one point. Such is the soundtrack to suburbia. There was a lull in the racket for about 10 minutes when I could hear the cuckoo up on the hill. If it gets really quiet I can hear the skylarks. I like the bamboo wind chimes compared to most human noise.
If you can keep your head, while those around you are losing theirs, you may not have grasped the seriousness of the situation.
I was thinking about that quote from Alan Titchmarsh, that he has not mowed his grass on a Sunday for 40 years. Bless his bloomin' cotton socks, I say. My area is like a power tools conference on a Sunday. Starts at 7am.
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