I'm not amused right now! I had got LO down for what promised to be an excellent morning nap and then the bloody window cleaner turned up, slamming his ladder against the front of the house, thump thump thumping up to DD's window and slam, starts noisily cleaning it. AGH!

Every.single.time I get the child to sleep, something bloody well wakes her up!

If it's not the window cleaner, its the post man. Here in the UK, we don't have "mailboxes", we have "letter boxes" which are, essentially, holes in our front doors, covered with a metal flap (which also acts as a door knocker). So every time the postman comes, your door knocks loudly (he doesn't care!) and the letters/packages THUD onto your hall floor. And it's not just the postman - pizza leaflets, free newspapers, those bloody charity bags! Do you get them? Bin liner sized bags in little packets from various charities, requesting that you fill the bag with unwanted clothes and leave it on the street to be collected. I have had FOUR this week! Slam! Plus, I seem to be the entire street's parcel drop off point. I have taken parcels for three different addresses in the last week. It's getting beyond a joke.

If it isn't the window cleaner or the postman, it's Johnny! Johnny, ugh! My gobshite of a neighbour who is everyone's best friend, pulling up to his house ten times a day (why doesn't he work??) with his car stereo booming, yelling "alright mate" and "alright love" at anyone who happens to be in the vicinity. I swear to god I'm going to march out there one day and take his face off!

Please tell me I'm not the only one who lives in Disney World on flipping parade day!