Huh! Last night, when OH and I settled down to watch an old Midsomer Murders which he had thoughtfully taped, we had to contend with: neighbour mowing grass (ride-on-type mower), late low-flying jets, someone cutting a field of barley and the usual chorus of collared doves and wood pigeons. This morning it's more jets, more harvesting, more mowing and the farm buildings next door being demolished. The latter is going to continue for months, of course, since when those buildings are down, the rebuilding of the stone barns will start.
Working at home isn't always idyllic.
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