It was one of those precious afternoons of Spring, when the sun is still fresh and new. I decided I should take this opportunity to catch some rays and relax. The kids were in school after all, and if opportunity knocks you should open the door!
What’s that awful sound?
But just as I let myself enjoy the sound of silence, it was cruelly shattered by a terrible, piercing sound. I opened my eyes and saw desperately swaying tree tops in the garden of our new neighbours.
‘You go and stand there, and I’ll take care of these branches!’ I heard a man’s voice shout. And the awful sound of the chainsaw started up again.
It’s alright! You can still relax!
As I lay there gritting my teeth I told myself: ‘It’s alright, you can still relax! Imagine the chainsaw as a violin!’ Then just as sudden as it had started it stopped again.
‘Thank God!’ I thought and closed my eyes once again, ready to enjoy the silence.
Alas, it was not to be, because now my new neighbour took up hammering.
Suddenly a sound of pain pierced the air, followed by: ‘Darn it!’ And I nodded and whispered to myself: ‘Indeed!’