Why the fuck is there a man with a chainsaw outside my window first thing Saturday morning?
What was my batty-old-lady land lord thinking? I can’t figure out why she hires people from the “cut everything with chainsaws” school of gardening. It’s just a couple of camellia plants and a plot of dirt. Whatever.
But it is first thing Saturday morning! This can be done at any time during the week- like say Wednesday afternoon when they used to do it. It’s not like there is a mandate saying “chainsaw landscaping must be done on Saturday mornings”. Maybe she didn’t have any plans to say…get some bloody sleep…but that doesn’t mean that the other six cottages and I, which are mostly college student and other stay-out-late types, want to wake up to fucking chainsaws on a Saturday fucking morning. The walls are made of paper. That thing is about three feet from my pillow. and it’s been on for twenty minutes.