So last night I had many ideas on writing something for the letter D. I’m angry at Drs, Disability, Dick heads, my own Dad, Dead naming (Visit Kai for a post on that), many things.
Then I was rudly woken up this morning to drilling. Fucking drilling. It’s actually ruined my day.
For 7 months , I have had builders doing the external renovation on my block of flats (apartment block for the non Brits out there). For seven fucking months I have been woken up to drilling, grit blasting, hammering and general loud rude builders.
Today, they were doing the property below us and it started at 9:00am. Before you ask why wasn’t I even up at that time, I am a night owl, I do mainly afternoon and evening activities and I don’t normally get to sleep until the hours between 3am and 8am. Today I didn’t get to sleep till about 7 am.
It was so bad this morning that it was shaking our flooring. I can deal with that just about but I have noise sensitivity issues and the pitch of the drill just made me want to throw up.
This shit normally goes on all day and it’s being dragged out as long as possible because our local council are footing the bill. It should have been done months ago.
This I could deal with but just after the builders stop, every day, I swear my upstairs neighbour turns on their drill for 10 min’s and just let’s it do its own thing on the floor. And this is EVERY DAY.
I am currently only getting sleep on weekends at the moment as that’s the only time they don’t work. The past few weekends I’ve been super busy and so I’m burned out pretty badly.
I’m not saying that DIY shouldn’t happen, it just shouldn’t happen every day on the outside of the building that shakes everyone’s home all at once.