These past few months has been just awful for my mental state. Not only are the council workers right out in front of the house, digging up huge holes and literally pounding the pavement six days a week from 6 AM on, but there’s also construction going on across the street where an enthusiastic band of tradies delights in operating the loudest equipment they can find from sunrise to sunset. I don’t have to tell you what the sound of the backhoe backing up each morning can do to one’s meridian.

In cases like this, it’s time to call on the Om Faery and let her wield her magic on me!

As soon as she made her appearance, I was told that the council is going to be done wrecking my street in two weeks’ time! Until then…