The devil has a name. It is "Murphy". This is a shot of the evil Murphy drilling vehicle as it positions itself on White Conduit Street at 8 sharp on a Monday morning. If you have not experienced the sound of drilling, it's terribly penetrating. Without exaggeration, even people who sleep with earplugs are unable to sleep for a minute after Murphy's engines are swithched on. Today I had to run around the house to shut all my open windows - resulting in overheating. Murphy's mission is to renew the pipes on our streets, and that mission seems to go on, and on.
But Murphy's days are shorter than mine, and after they leave all is bliss, because Monday is the no market day. This is when I creep out onto our excellent veranda on the roof with a cold beer and a book, listening to the sound of no people, silently celebrating that Murphy won't be back until another week has passed.
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