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Date: 26 July 2007 16:24:37
A few weeks ago, building work began on the brownfield site behind our house. Last night, I was talking to Spike while he was standing at the back door Smoking Ay Faaag, and I happened to look over his shoulder and see the top of a huge tripod-like thing. 'Haven't you noticed that before?' said the husband, after I had made a kind of 'GUUHHH!' noise (to continue the vintage Harry Enfield theme), 'It's a pile-driver. It makes quite a racket when it's going'.
This afternoon I'm home early because I have been at w*rk before 7am every day this week, and I was contemplating (still am, I can sleep through anything) having a kip. And I've just heard the pile-driver. Please refer to blog title (unless you're Spike, in which case you will already have saved it for future reference).