Nuisances.

There’s a man living not far from me who I’ve taken to calling Mr Chainsaw. He likes chopping trees into small pieces, and to someone like me who reveres trees and hates loud, ugly, obtrusive noises, this is a bit of a nuisance.

And two visits from plumbers have so far failed to rectify a dripping tap in my bathroom. The offending tap is currently disconnected, which means that for the time being I will have to clean my teeth in the kitchen before going upstairs to bed. This is also a nuisance. Fortunately, the nightly scotch ration should be unaffected, and I’m still choosing to assume that life is just a game for some purpose known only to the Great Intelligence.