Saturday 19 August 2006

My plans to sleep in for a ridiculously long time were thwarted this morning by the neighbourhood renovators. (Wooden cottages may look attractive but they need a lot of maintenance. Most of it involves hammering. For some reason, hammering at 9 on a Saturday morning is more effective than doing it at 3 in the afternoon.) (Unless I'm taking an afternoon nap, of course, in which case the street erupts in mass nail-driving activity. Oh, there it goes.)