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Saturday, April 29, 2017

For a couple weeks now the building across the road has been in tear down mode. The old CHUM building (a hideous carbuncle of a building, if ever there was one) is being demolished to make way for yet another condo. But hey, I hated the building so I'm not weeping tears over it. However, that means a fair bit of noise is generated, starting at 7 am Monday to Friday and 9 am on Saturday.  

Well ... today they didn't start until well after 9 am  The bastards! I've been using them as my morning alarm clock. What's the world coming to when you can't rely on the local demolition team to wake you up in a timely manner.  Tooling around in this little fellow all morning just doesn't generate the noise needed to wake me up:

Photo of construction equipment - bobcat 

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