2am is never a good time

OK, so we've been having road works outside for the last few days and our 1920's, steel, single glazed casement windows however authentic aren't too great at keeeping the outside where it should be - outside. Remember the 80's ad for Everest Double Glazing where the proud business owner held up a feather to the window and the audience sat agast as it floated down uninterupted by stiff northern breeze outside - 'Fit The Best - Fit Everest'. That Ad didn't air in South Africa.

Anyway, last night really was the climax, they've now started taking the street lights down (don't ask why) so the electricity company sent in their crack squad of street-light-take-down-men accompanied by what can only be descibed as a Genesis meets Roxette meets Boney M style mix tape playing from their truck and luckly for us turned right up to 11 and right below our 1920's windows.

But here's the insanity, both me and Nicky spent the early hours independantly conceiving of devious ways of foiling our disco loving workmen downstairs albeit whilst being semi concious. It turns out in the morning that my SAS style planned opperation to go down 9 floors onto the street and jab the radio 'Hitchcok style' with a 12 inch screwdriver was met with an equally cunning plan from Miss Rogers to, again go down 9 floors in pyjamas, but this time steal the keys to the truck and run away with them. Run away the where? Who knows!

Thank god we don't work nights is some wildly responsible job.