Monday morning, the beginning of yet another week. I got up all shiny eyed and bushy tailed. List of things to do in mind. Dealt with the usual morning chaos then brewed my daily dose of sanity in a mug . That's when it all went wrong.

The garden service arrived. Thought it would be a good day to trim the trees and let more sun into the house. Who can refuse more sun? I let them in. That was three hours ago.

We don't have that many trees, three the last time I counted, and not that big. They seem to need a lot of trimming though, cause for the past three hours I have been entertained by the sounds of hacking, sawing and whatever else they are doing out there.  I cannot leave, cause that would mean locking them onto the property. So I have to live with njaauwnjaauw hunhun njaauwnjaauw brmmmm brmmmm for who knows how much longer. I feel a migraine is heading my way...