I've blogged a few times about my hate for the dreaded non-stop drilling that resonates around my neighbourhood by day.
Living in an area populated by aging Victorian terraces, I guess it's inevitable. But when you work from home and your ear-drums are constantly assaulted by that whiny errrr-errrrr-eeeerrrrrmm of the drill, it's enough to drive one to drink (more).
So I ask you: should I...
A) Flash the builders into silence?
B) March over, demand all drills, then throw them in the bin?
C) Run away from my flat, screaming, to the nearest Starbucks?
D) Purchase a schmexy pair of earplugs and try to ignore the constant cacophony?
Bloggers of the world, I beseech you: help me deal with the drill!
(In non-drilling news: India Drummond's Ordinary Angels is available on Amazon here!)