It's so loud, Sins, not even the portable cd player from a friend can drown it out. It seems to fall under the heading of incurable, endurable. Remember the poem I gave you? I'd like some of that aftermath right now.

At least I know it is in aid of housebuilding. The yurt truck must be nearly here, so the work needs to move quickly.

Thanks, Sins. It feels really difficult at the moment. Nice to know someone is keeping an eye on us.