Big moan alert

Now, I know this is because I'm feeling under par at the moment, there's a lot going on in our lives, I can't remember the last time I had a half decent night's sleep, and this morning started badly and hasn't got any better.  So my apologies for having a rant.

A couple of hours ago, a builder's merchant lorry turned up with supplies for next door....a lot of long lengths of wood for the roof and a pallet load of cement and stuff.  The vehicle couldn't get round the back as it was too big, and couldn't use the grabber crane thing (sorry, don't know the correct name for it!) to hoist everything over the front hedge into their garden because of the low overhead cables.  So they've left it all in our parking space.  We can still park our car, just about, but there won't be any room for any visitors, should we have any.  After several attempts to contact the landlord, he finally rang just now to say can it be left till tomorrow when the builders arrive, and they'll move it.  Which means our car will have to be moved out of the way, yet again.

To put you in the picture....we live down a very narrow lane, one vehicle's width, with a farm at the end which has a lot of traffic - tractors and other farm vehicles, plus all their deliveries and livestock movement vehicles.  We all have to be courteous and patient when coming or going, as there's no room for vehicles to pass side by side.  We live halfway down the lane, along with 3 other houses, all owned by (another) farm.  We are the first of these 4 houses, the only one which has a front parking space (beside our garden and in front of our garage), the others all have rear parking spaces and garages, which are accessed via an extremely narrow service road running at a bit of an awkward angle beside our parking space.  Our car is frequently blocked in by delivery vehicles, or visitors to the other houses who don't know about the service road or who can't get round.  But it's just a fact of life living here and something we put up with for the loveliness of the area.

However, all these blooming workmen and builders and building equipment suppliers who keep turning up for next door, all arrive in vehicles which are too big to get round the back, don't know (aren't told!) anything about the lie of the land, and have zero consideration for others, i.e. us.  Ok, so they've got a job to do, they just want to get it done and get away to the next job.  But it's driving me nuts!  And the main body of the work hasn't even started yet.  My anxiety levels are rising by the second.

It would have been nice for the landlord to come and see us and explain about the works, give a possible time frame, and even offer an apology in advance for the noise and inconvenience.  But no, obviously too much to expect, how silly of me!  After all, he owns our house and so we should just be grateful for him allowing us to live in it (the fact that we're not guests, we actually pay the going rate for the privilege of living here is neither here nor there).  

I just wish we could go away for a week or two whilst the work is being done.  Not possible though, we can't afford it, especially not during the Easter holidays.  I think I'll be taking my anti-anxiety meds by the bucketful.