Concrete and Clay

An absolutely atrociously wet start to the day today, and my breakfast was disturbed by the clanking, roaring noise of a mini digger being unloaded outside my neighbours house opposite. Once it had been unloaded, the guy delivering it drove off and it just sat there for the next couple of hours.
Which proved to be a little inconvenient when the joiner gave us fifteen minutes notice that he was coming round to finish off a few outstanding little jobs at the house. He likes to park on the drive, which meant the cars had to be moved, but we couldn’t stick them on the road directly outside our house, due to the aforesaid digger being in the way.
Eventually, all vehicles were stashed out of the way, the joiner arrived and he cracked on with what needed doing. I ran Mrs C down into town, as she was meeting a friend for lunch, and when I got back the joiner was packing up as he had finished.
I therefore made my own lunch and settled down to eat it in peace. At which point, a builders lorry raced up the road and screeched to a halt opposite. A man in a hi-viz jacket leapt out, jumped on to the digger and got to work with the jack hammer, smashing up our neighbour’s drive. What a din! No chance of a peaceful lunch - couldn’t even watch the telly due to the constant hammering outside.
Thankfully, after a couple of hours he stopped as suddenly as he started and raced off in his van, leaving this scene of destruction behind him. One assumes that he will return at some point to tidy up/finish the job/dig up more concrete, but in the meantime our neighbours will have to traverse an obstacle course to get in and out of their house.
I am loathe to jump to conclusions, but let’s just say I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d turned up on a horse instead of in a van, wearing a Stetson in addition to his hi-viz!!