It's incredibly noisy here today.
Just when the children have returned to school and we are adjusting to the quiet, builders and tree surgeons have arrived in the near vicinity.
The sound of tumbling bricks has been deafening, but then they are thrown into a skip, from a distance, which is even worse.
As if that wasn't bad enough some neighbours decided to have some trees felled.
That's fine, they are their trees, but neither Robin nor I could bring ourselves to watch. We love trees, and feel the world needs as many of them as possible, to counter some of the environmental damage being done, and, of course, for their beauty.
I had to go out for a while.
I couldn't stand to see healthy trees, that we have admired from our bedroom window, be slowly dismembered.
Apart from that, the noise was horrendous, especially when combined with falling bricks.
So I escaped, until the worst was over, and Robin took himself off to the furthest point of the house, to try and hear himself practice his scales and arpeggios.
Meanwhile tributes have been made worldwide to the keyboard player Joe Zawinul. We did our own yesterday, but for one of many obituaries, you can read more about Zawinul's life here.
'As always, it was sheer pleasure to observe Robin Hill's remarkable fluent technique: everything looks easy when he plays it.' Colin Cooper- Classical Guitar Magazine ----- 'Wonderful for their (Hill & Wiltschinsky) precision, touch and clarity of sound... refined virtuosity, the achievement of a long interpretive process.' Il Giornale D'Italia (Rome) ----- 'I loved your CD and thought your technique and performance were fabulous...' Rick Wakeman