I'm wondering how much of the internet is iteratively nested legal disclaimers, and whether they'll eventually take over and start self-declaiming.
Rant, oh yeah, rant. The fucking building project up the road is still going on, now on day 5,563. We took last week off, which meant we had the delightful waking chorus of drilling and grinding every morning at just after 8am. Then on Saturday, the chap next door but one to them decide to play with his power tools in the front garden at 9am.
Of course, it's a gorgeous day, the windows are open and grind-grind-brrrttt-hammer-grind-grind-brrrrrrrzzzzzzt. I'm almost missing the halcyon days when it was just them dumping tonnes of rubble in an empty skip all day.
I'm tempted to go up and show them some innovative painful and fatal uses for those fucking power tools.