Yesterday I finished the bulk of my thesis, as in, my thesis minus the methodology appendix. Now this is fairly big news, even though there's still a while to go as a couple of people are proofreading it. Anyway, big news; last night I felt absolutely exhausted though, and spaced out, and so I went to bed relatively early, in a bit of a bad mood, thinking I would enjoy a long night of a sleep with a nice lie in.
How wrong was I!
You need a bit of a background information on this: I live in college accommodation, within the main building of the college. My windows look onto part of the college gardens which are really damn gorgeous. The only problem with living next to the gardens?
Gardeners.
It seems like gardening is one of those jobs in Oxford where career advancement can be really quite good, and so the gardeners are keen. Very keen.
Last Sunday the gardens were open to the public and so, the gardeners actually came in on the Saturday. To mow the lawn. On a really loud lawn mower. For an hour. This pissed me off slightly as I was nursing a bit of a headache/hangover, and so I made a complaint.
Obviously it got nowhere.
And guess what the gardeners decided would be a good thing to do this morning?
MOW THE LAWN WHICH WAS ALREADY DONE FOUR DAYS AGO.
At 8.20 in the morning.
Yep, they're that keen.
And I spent my morning walking around my flat muttering under my breath, and sometimes screaming things such as "No respect for us, no respect for our home dammit!" and "Fucking gardeners!" and "Fuck!" and "Fuck fuck fuck!".
(at least the bad mood's gone now...)