Fed up

By the time the bricklayers got to the finishing touches on this suburban dream (the front fence) it looks like they had either got tired, were fed up, ran out of time, ran out of money, just couldn't be bothered or all of the above,

I walk passed this fence every few days.  I know I'm a bit of a perfectionist sometimes - a telling sign for me is how often this fence annoys me even though it has nothing to do with me....