The neighbour's building works have entered their 8th month. We have been very tolerant of their tipper trucks, grabber lorries, cement mixers, 1000 plumbers, electricians, tilers and carpenters. I do not exaggerate. At Christmas we exchanged cards and a friendly chat over the fence during which he said the building work was nearly done. Well, that may be, but he didn't mention the 4, now going on 5, weeks of driveway rehab. This consists of dump trucks, graders, rollers, vibrating thumping trucks, going up and down, back and forth with flashing lights and health and safety beeping.
It is driving me mad. I can't work in the office for the all the noise and vibration. Brin is most indignant and barks whenever he goes in the garden. I don't blame him. If I had the energy I would bark too.
Mr B says thank goodness we can't see the house, it must look like a monstrosity by now. The village gossip is that the works have increased the value of the property by a £1million. More pence than sense if you ask me.
I have spoken to the site manager at length about my concerns and have sent an email to the neighbours. I hope for a response, but given that we have only spoken once in 8 months, I won't hold my breath.
I'd love to hear your stories of your neighbours from hell. It would really help me.