We had this trying situation for over a year - our peaceful road beame a building site, and we endured loud radios, a portaloo in full sight of windows, dust and dirt, endless racket and our fence knocked down - it was replaced without quibble. Then the bonfires started - the builders were too lazy to go to the tip. One morning I heard my neighbour, who had been at home unwell for a couple of days, screeching at the builders. I went outside and she was having a complete melt down, scarlet face, arms waving, threats coming thick and fast. The builders stood silently like four naughty children while she gave them chapter and verse of the past year and all their misdemeanours. The radio went off, the portaloo was moved down the garden, the whistling stopped, and so did the bonfires. The rest of the work was relatively quiet, but were we glad when they left.