We're having our garden landscaped - all very exciting - apart from the constant noise of drilling. The only recompense is that the skip's been placed slap bang in the middle of the driveway (cleared it with the owners) which I'm secretly hoping has pissed my neighbour off no end.
Suburban, middle-class 30-something living in London with dreamy boyfriend, 2 kids and all that. It gets worse, I actually like my life. I'm a left-leaning make of 30-something, so I spit on Chelsea Tractors and pontificate a lot about, well, anything really. All sounds very, erm, comfortable, I know, but I do have large reserves of cynicism, which I see as my saving grace for becoming one of the masses.