Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid, and the other cowboys who have been working on the house next door really p*ssed me off!
They finished work mid-afternoon yesterday, no doubt going off to spend their easily-earned cash in the nearest pub, and left their radio switched on. So all night I had the bl**dy thing blatting out crap, only a few feet from my bedroom window, as the darned thing was on the scaffolding alongside the side of the house, butting into my back yard.
A friend who is doing the interior work on the same house, and overseeing these cowboys, called in earlier today, and asked me what time this bunch of wasters 'knocked off' today, thinking, upon finding said radio, that they'd been there, as arranged. When I told him the radio had been squawking all night, since yesterday afternoon, he, too, was somewhat displeased !
I now have eyes like 60 Watt light-bulbs, haven't had any sleep since Thursday night, and have the same ****ing songs circulating endlessly in my head !!