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There are workmen outside my house.

They first rocked up on Monday morning, drilled out a bunch of the paving slabs dirctly outside of the gate to my front garden (luckily we have a side escape on my little house on the corner), set up some temporary traffic lights, and left. This morning - my first lie-in for just about forever - they turned up again. I assumed, not unreasonably, they would perhaps do something crazy like fill in all the empty pavement and enable me to leave my house through the front gate.

Instead, they have drilled up more pavement and are now presumably on a lunch break, as there are a pile of tools and mini JCB diggers outside of my house.

The thing is, today is bin day. What with Katie and Susie having both moved out since the bin was last collected, the wheelie bin is completely full and I need it emptied. I had nowhere to put my wheelie bin without lugging it over the road or a signifitant distance down the road, so it's sort of in a odd angle near my house. I hope it's been collected. Otherwise I'll have to complain to the council about the fact that I have been essentially blocked into my house with absolutely no warning and because of this my bin hasn't been collected. As I don't actually pay council tax I feel a bit bad about having to do this.

Seriously, though, I do wish they'd just fix the road. And allow me to have a proper lie-in, for once. The worst part is, the drilling is so loud and near to my house that it makes the house shake, so I need to leave it today. The car is still being a pile of fail, however, so despite the fact I really want to go into Dundee, I don't think it's safe to drive it in as it keeps on doing the stalling thing at a frankly alarming rate. The obvious answer is to put my car into the garage and take the bus, but that feels like just a little bit too much effort. That said, I know I'll go mad if I spend the entire day in the house.

It is, basically, a bit of a conundrum.

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So, instead of going out I got on the phone and got Stuff What I Need To Do all sorted. Collectormania is booked; car is going in to the garage tomorrow. I also needed to get my hair cut quite desperately, so I phoned up the hairdresser, who informed me they had some free time this afternoon.

I thought about it. The drilling started again. I said yes.

So, I popped in. I wanted a restyle, something shorter, I wasn't sure what. She cut off what feels like most of my hair, which is all well and good. In fact, I really like the length. Unfortunately, however she styled it makes me look as though I'm about to take off. I'm going to go and have a shower and have a play with it for a bit; I am almost sure I can make it look less eighties. There will be pictures when I come back, and also of the mess that the council has made of the path in front of my door. It will hopefully distract from what is currently potentially a disaster atop my head. I'm sure it won't be; hairdressers have a very different sense of what is good for your hair than I do, and this tends to include styling it.

It's days like these I could really do with living with stupidore again; she would sort this out for me. Unfortunately she is too busy having a fabulous time in America at the moment. Ah well.