Posted by BE on January 31st, 2013
3.20 Thursday, 31 January. The guy who’s employed by the rich folks who live down the path two properties away from our house started leaf-blowing in the grounds of the top house 20 minutes ago. We abandoned our afternoon coffee in the garden, as we regularly have to, because of the intolerable noise. It’s not just him of course. The tree-lined avenues of Herne Bay are probably one of the noisiest places in Auckland: leaf-blowers, petrol-driven hedge trimmers, lawnmowers, weed-eaters, chain saws, water-blasters, concrete-cutters, and every conceivable noise associated with house renovation and house-building.
3.35 Thursday, 31 January. The guy who’s employed by the rich folks who live down the path two properties away from our house has emerged from the grounds of the top house and begun to drive the leaves down the path towards the second house. I could keep giving you reports on his progress, but I already know that he’ll finish leaf-blowing the houses on the path (and the path itself) at around 5 o’clock, two hours after he started. I know this because I bailed him up one evening and, with as much politeness as my frazzled nerves would allow, asked him how long leaf-blowing the grounds of the rich folks’ houses and the path that connects them would take. “About two hours,” he told me. It was around 6.15 on a beautiful summer evening on that occasion and I told him I thought it was pretty unreasonable to be making all this racket when most civilised people at that time would rather be listening to the birds than his leaf-blower. “Well, what do you want me to do?” he asked. “I’d like you to stop.” “OK,” he said. “I’ll come back and finish in the morning.” So I thought he was a pretty reasonable guy. Read the rest of this entry »