The lunatic next door, the other side to SW, woke me up at 7.30 this morning, revving a motorboat up for some reason. It seemed to go on for hours. What is it with people? You aren’t supposed to be running a motorboat repair business in the suburbs. Especially on Easter Sunday. It was so loud I couldn’t hear the leaf blower over the road. I’m going to ring the council to get them to do something about it.
No Easter eggs for Catherine this year.