|Old guy lives in the first floor flat above|
|Chop, chop, saw, saw, so satisfying... Tremendous fun!|
|...and a quick pint of Riser in the Rising Sun at the end of a really satisfying week. NB: The Rising Sun is not just the best pub in Berkhamsted, it's the best in Hertfordshire, probably the best in the South of England!|
I wouldn't mind but they don't even think to repeat what I obviously DIDN'T hear. Yesterday the worst one was an old guy who lived in the flat as shown in the top picture. The Conversation went:
"Muffled blah, blah blah blah blah."
I took about 10 seconds to get all the above gear off.
"(muffled) and it's great!"
"Sorry, I didn't hear a word of that."
"You should cut down those white trees."
(Those "white trees" are very beautiful white beech trees)
"No, won't be cutting them down, that would be a crime."
"Cuts out all the light, I say, cuts out all the light."
"I'm just cutting back the shrubs, NOT the trees."
"Cuts out all the light!"
"Well there's no way I'm cutting the trees down... Sorry I have to get on with my work."
He carried on talking as I put all my gear back on. I gave him the thumbs up and he carried on shouting for a bout another minute, even as I started to cut down the central 2/3 trunks of the sambucus - the large over grown shrub in the middle of the middle picture.