Tsk Tsk

I guess we need to define nuisance.
This sign is on a teeny tiny door to the Clock Tower of St Albans, and I for one would find the tolling of bells for the start of the trading day (at silly o'clock by modern standards), the curfew, when trouble was coming, deaths of the great and good (read beaned up minor royals etc) and on the every quarter hour somewhat annoying.

What this door is not is a nuisance, as it makes me feel tall. And with a seven year old that is fast gaining on me, especially now she has discovered my dusty and rather neglected 'clippy cloppy' shoe collection the height differential is decreasing.