Friday, 19 September 2008

Best laid plans gang agley yet again

So there I was, sitting at the computer at 7.30 this morning, thinking that I'd get a bit of writing done. I'd taken the day off so I could get a clear run. I'd made myself a nice cup of coffee. The sun was shining. The wattlebirds were beating up the starlings. All was right with the world.

And then this happened.

View from my porch

View from the street

And from my desk in the study

It's a bit like being on the set of Jurassic Park...

... had they used demolition equipment rather than CGI dinosaurs

I can't help feeling there may be a touch of the Arthur Dent in all this. Except that it's taking place next door and I don't, as far as I'm aware, have a friend who is either an out of work actor from Guildford or from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse.

Now they're using a big claw to pick things up and compact piles of debris. Looks like fun to operate. Not so fun to watch through the window. Especially as my house is shaking as if it were in an earthquake and the skip they're dropping the debris into is literally a hand's breadth from my fence.

I don't like the machinery operator's choice of radio station either. But I think I should prioritise the annoyances.


Anonymous said...

Don't forget to take a towel.

Snail said...

It's too early for the pub, though, so I'm taking my towel down to the cafe.

Mosura said...

As long as the demolition team don't start reciting Vogon poetry in their lunch break you should be alright.


I hope they are not returning tomorrow for your place.

Boobook said...

I'm guessing you'll have builders working next door for the next 6 months. Maybe you should go to Queensland. Now.

Denis Wilson said...

Hi Snail
Don't breathe the air either. Even though it looks like a weatherboard house, old houses routinely had old fibro (pre 1970s - with asbestos) in the kitchen and bathroom. I know - I live in such a house, and had to painstakingly remove it, piece by piece, without cutting or smashing the sheets, to minimise dust release. Your guys are working on the "ask nobody" and "don't look" policy of demolition.
Very likely to be in breach of about 100 building codes. Hence the "don't ask" policy.
Sorry to sound like a grouch, but that's the likely reality.

Snail said...

I'm just watching the claw. (Not the claw, the claw!) The driver is amazingly accurate.

This does harden my resolve to leave, though. It's just a matter of getting everything sorted in time.

Aydin, given the amount of vibration being transmitted through my house I don't think they'll need to bring in the demolition gear. It's going to crumble.

Snail said...

Denis, I was concerned about that so I rang the Council to ensure that the proper inspections had taken place. They said it was all okay. We had a long chat. I feel quite a bit better now.

Ooh. They're taking down the chimneys. This should be good.

Dark Orange said...

Snail I have a spare bedroom, and the loudest noise is the sound of the waves on the beach. You are welcome to stay for a while. :)

Snail said...

That's very kind of you, DO! I may yet take you up on the offer, although it's a bit far to commute at the moment.

Anonymous said...

... and from here I guess.
Or even KI?


Anonymous said...

Hi Snail, could it be perhaps that you have failed to take into account the degrees of separation rules? Maybe you are closely enough related to somebody who DOES know an out of work actor from Guildford to warrant demolition in the near vicinity? Perhaps try holding your pen loosely to the paper and letting the vibrations take their course. It may be the inspiration you have been looking for. Judging by some journal articles I've tried reading of late, you wouldn't be the first person to adopt such a technique. If moving is out of the question, I could always post a link to a site for some noise canceling headphones =) ... have patience (or small, armor piercing munitions).
Cheers, Scott.

Snail said...

Hmmmm ... KI's much closer. Only about 600 km vs 2000 km. (Note: Figures plucked out of thin air. May not reflect reality.)

Scott, the noise-cancelling headphones sound like a good idea, but I fancy going straight to the armed repsonse. Actually, it's all quiet there for the moment. Of course, the people across the road are doing stupid things with a chainsaw as I type, so there's no peace when you need it. But that won't last long because a) it's dark and b) one of them will cut off the other's leg. But then there'll be ambulance sirens and distraught people wailing ... sigh ... You can't win.

Denis Wilson said...

Small armour-piercing munitions - why didn't I think of that?

Anonymous said...

As luck would have it, such noise making stupid people only have two legs to cut off, so perhaps distractions tonight won't be many. If only the world had a shortage of noise making stupid people .... Yes, KI would be a much preferable place for uninterrupted inspired creativity. Sydney, unfortunately, has more than its fair share of noise making stupid people - particularly in the Red Neck dominated areas ... enough, I'd say, for someone to coin an appropriate genus and catchy Latin name; preferably one that *they* (with the chainsaws) didn't recognise as being offensive. =)

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