I wish that for just one weekend we wouldn't have trucks rumbling past us early in the morning.
The small one-way side street we live above has a lot of old Victorian buildings on it, and since we moved in seven years ago at least half of them have been purchased one by one and then completely rebuilt to sell for probably three times what they would have cost before, if not more.
I don’t mind them working on the house during the week, because I’m not here. But give me my weekend without noise, damn it! A little peace and quiet isn’t too much to hope for.
I bet if it rained that might slow them down a little, but that’s just not something that happens during Winter anymore, apparently.
Excuse me, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to buy some sugar and pour it into their gas tanks.