Adjusting scaffolding. Quietly.

Looking for a WiFi connection...

...in a new place. As well as the usual commercial hotspot £3.50 per hour rubbish, there's a locked network named:

getyourownwifi[insert insult of your choice here]

Refreshingly honest and to the point.

A long drive up snowy roads...

...and a (slightly nasty) laugh. Two cars almost opposite each other had run off the road. The huge, expensive 4 x 4 had hit a tree. Well. They're invaluable in the snow. Don'tcha'know.

Almost like being a grown up

Friday night. Curry. Pop into the pub. Conversation. Staying up late.

Note to self: must get out more.

Wickes...

...opens at 07:00. My weekend working hours are going to go down like a lead balloon round here...

...last time the conversation went:

BLOKE NEXT DOOR, FROM BEDROOM WINDOW: Oy. Mate. (South African accent). Can you keep the noise down?

ME: (No attempt to disguise the sarcasm, these gits having kept me awake on occasion with loud, very very bad music) okay, I'll adjust this scaffolding as quietly as I can.

BLOKE: It's Sunday morning.

ME: Just as well I'm an atheist then.

BLOKE: It's eight o'clock.

ME: Yeah. We've got a lot to do.

BLOKE: Yeah. Well. Make sure you keep the noise down.

ME: (dropping scaffold clips onto scaffold boards right by the window) get some beauty sleep, mate. You need it.

There was part of me that thought he had a point. But it was a very small, quiet and insignificant part and it didn't affect the noise level one iota.