This morning, I rose to be greeted by the repetitive and annoying sound of a neighbour’s outdoor blower/vac.
It’s not constant. The neighbour must hold and release the button in five second intervals. And repeat. And repeat. And repeat. This happens reasonably frequently and comes from the townhouse directly behind us. I understand the wish to keep the courtyard looking neat and tidy, of course. Especially as we’ve just come to the end of autumn and witnessed the leaves of the deciduous trees fluttering and falling to the ground. But I have a low tolerance level for repetitive noises. Just ask my children, they’ll confirm 🙂
Back to our neighbour. I was making my breakfast coffee, quietly going insane from the noise: Rrrrremmmm. Rrrrremmmm.
Perhaps I should add here that my tolerance level is lower than usual: I am nursing a sore back and a throbbing left heel and ankle. I walked three laps—roughly 4.5kms—of the park last evening while T1 enjoyed his first session back at soccer training.
Hubster was eating his brekkie, reading the news on his phone, and I blurted out, ‘If it’s not that bloody blower vac, then it’s a yapping dog!’
True. Another neighbour often leaves their dog outside because we hear—sometimes all day—the high-pitched bark of a dog who’s in need of human attention. I’m expecting the dog to start any moment now!
It’s enough to send me to nuthouse central!