And she's talking in that stupid baby-voice that idiots use with their dogs, which makes it even more annoying. I'd like to introduce her to power tools.
Yeah, what is it with that? Out new neighbours 17 year old daughter is forever saying “gooood booooy, goood girrrrl” to their two black labs. Oh, and saying “quite” without training the dogs in the appropriate response is never going to work. Luckily it’s only when they know they’re being taken for a walk that they they bark.
There's an entire family of them, honestly, they're all loud (I figure they must be over 100 m away, I can't see them, just hear them), and every time they're out, it's constantly that. The only purpose seems to be to make their dogs bark back. They're the same ones as the Famous Levitating Tent and the giant decking structure that climbs halfway up their garden (and they spend about six hours a day sweeping or hitting with a hammer).
Honestly, Friday was a nightmare. The house that's building a giant underground evil HQ must have had about fifty deliveries of yet more building materials (cue lorries frantically grinding down through their gears as they pass our house, than the constant beep beep beep as they reverse up the lane behind us), there's another house around the corner that seems to be disposing of their entire back garden, someone else was grinding all the paint off the front of his house, and half the valley seemed to be strimming or lawn mowing.
One of the benefits of going to the office in central London is that it's quieter.
