Circular saws in the morning

     Yes, the builders are here. I hate builders. Especially when I'm asleep.

      I was comfy in the land of nod, before strident banging around the window frames woke me. Groggy, and tired, it tried to ignore it. Oh no, he wasn't having any of that. It got louder, and moved closer, as he continued playing his morning drum beat along the window sills. Who does he think he is? The town crier in a drumming festival? Ringo Starr?  Wearing a grass skirt, a jungle in Africa amusing tourists? Well, it's not amusing me. His rhythm stinks anyway, all he is is loud, loud, LOUD.

      Soon, my head, starts banging too. It, along with my body objects to this unceremonious awaking. It's barely quarter to eight, for gods sakes. Does the man not have a home, a sex life? Nor anything that may keep him there a while longer. Is he a madman, that he thinks the whole world is up, and about early. Is he on 'peace work'? Working towards a bonus. I've got news for him, none will be forthcoming from this direction.

       Half comatose, I need the bathroom now. Now I am awake, other needs intrude. Holding my throbbing head, I stagger, stagger being the operative word, to the bathroom. Business over, I slide back into bed, determined to beat him. He cant keep it up for long can he? Of course he can. My sigh of relief, for a pause in the banging is premature. For next comes the circular saw.

        Oh, the joy of the circular saw. It starts as a whine, speedily building to a scream, and then an ear splitting screech. Soaring...get it, sawing..up, and down, high, and higher. Argggggg. My head, or my brain, or my half awake self, may combust very soon. On, and on it goes. Interspersed with more banging. He is an extremely busy little builder. Damn him.

       Oh joy to the world. Thank you for the hammer, and the circular saw. For without them, I would be asleep, in no pain, and happy. Contended in the land of dreams. I was having an exciting one, too. Believe me, my dreams are far too exciting to be interrupted by builders, and circular saws.

         So, dear readers, where ever you may be. I sincerely hope your day began, with love. Or, at least in a more peaceful manner than mine.

         What is it they say, 'tomorrow is another day'. Well, for sure, I might as well give up on this one. My only solution, as I can't stop the builders, is to hop in the car, and relax in a quiet, restful nook somewhere, with a coffee.

         Ahhhhhhhh