No Rest for the Wicked

Follow me, and I'll lead you into the street of hell!

Since the beginning of May, this is what we have to put up with.

As soon as the clock strikes 7am every morning, the workmen
are on the go -- doing only their job, but doing a good job

of robbing us of the last nerve in our body.


Thank goodness I'm an early riser, because there's not a

snowball's chance of a little "lie in". By the time these guys

are making a wholesome racket by drilling and digging huge holes

into the road, I'm

awake and having my second cup of early morning coffee.

Anyone who oversleeps will be woken by a wide selection

of street looney's.

Police cars chasing a speeding Ferrari, followed by the chilling
sound of the Ambulance sirens, minutes later we'll be entertained

by no less than 3 very noisy Fire engines speeding by.
Not to mention the Lorries and Trams, yes, they all come out to

play in our crazy street!

There's NEVER a dull moment around here! When in desperate need of

a holiday, the German folk will say "Ich bin reif für die Insel!" and I whole-

heartedly agree "The time has come for my escape to the Island!"