(Relative) Peace at last!

No Leo day today! And I forgot to remind myself and enjoy the lie in. Actually, for the first time, I was sound asleep and could not get up till I really really had to at 7.30. Valdek, my plumber/tiler was coming at 8! Actually, he arrived at 7.50, and I was barely ready.

He and his pal set to. First things first.

Sheets down to protect the carpet. Good.

Then the portable radio on. NOT good!!

Local station, shouty presenters, screamy ad breaks, and screechy muzak. If I go to Hell, there will be a portable radio with a local shouty station on that I am forced to listen to. In fact - after seeing the film yesterday where a bit of almost-drowning was involved in extracting information - there would be no need for any torture with me. Put me in a room with a local radio station. I'd last two minutes before I spilled all the beans.

I texted JR in horror, and she replied that I should have got a quote with and without muzak. Good idea. lol

I shut myself in the dining room with Radio 4 not quite masking the racket. I did have an occasional twinge of pleasure as I listened to the banging, hammering and screeching radio, when I thought of the charming folk upstairs who have disturbed my sleep for three weeks being slightly disturbed themselves at a fairly early hour for them. Hehehe.

I had to get out! But had to wait for the washing machine man to come (in the am). Fortunately, he came before long, had another wee push and shove and measure up, and it went in another inch. It makes all the difference, that inch!

When I came back I saw the flock/gaggle/crowd of Festival folk ready outside with their suitcases, awaiting taxis. I had a cheery word with them. I may be rude about them, but not to their face (s). I asked which one was the ukelele player. They all denied it vociferously.

Many many nights the ukelele would start up. I wanted to kill him/her. I indicated this with the universal finger swipe on the throat, and they all agreed! I think the ukelele player can join the banjo and the mouth organ in the Band from Hell, possibly playing Dixieland Jazz or even rap. Now I can go and clean up the footpath and get rid of the ashtray. Things are looking up.

A quick nip down town and I took some HDR pics. I think Hume is pleased that the crowds have gone. He's not the only one!