My house sounds like an office in a sawmill.

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This morning life has been difficult. Outside, the workers are cutting up the trees. The electric saw hurts my ears, but I have to accept it. In the morning, while I was mylotting a bit, I heard a bell ringing. I went out to ask what they needed. Nobody minded me while I yelled "hello" louder and louder. When I was completely pissed off, the chief worker said that the bell had been rang by a neighbor. Upon asking him where he was, it appeared that he was on the other side of the street. I was angry because my back was hurting. And the neighbor told me that those trees could not be cut. They are precious, he added. That´s when I chose to answer back. The trees are in my garden (I cannot cut even a branch from a tree in the streets). They can destroy my house as they are giants that grow for centuries in the country. I´m just pruning, I yelled to make myself be heard over the noise. He went away. He must hate me now. In the middle of it all, the man who will fix my furniture came to take it. And the phone rang and the world called.... Today I will take a long nap. Do you have one of those days? What do you do and how do you cope with it all?