Dear Local Council\the arsehole with the jack hammer that started jack hammering something at 6:45am this morning.
One of the things I love about living where I do is that I am a convenient 5 minute walk from the center of town, and a convenient 2 minute walk the other way from a paddock full of cattle.
This paddock full of cattle sometimes lulls me into a false sense of serenity.
Not this morning though.... Not will the Jack hammering that started at 6:45am.
Now for the record, I as up, my children were not.... Actually that a lie, my eldest was up, feigning sleep whenever I walked past his bedroom so that I could not see him breaking house rules by being on his iPod looking at who knows what because he is thirteen.
I let it go because of the silence.
I understand your need to get things done with The Easter break is upon us, but I too need to get things done.
I also revel in the one hour of silence that comes from prying my crust ridden eyes open earlier than my kids.
Now I'm writing you today, because your incessant jack hammering woke up my youngest child whom is three.
Have you ever tried to get things done when your three year old wakes an hour and a half earlier than usual?