Let’s stop the noise, sitting in the garden with a glass of pimms.

The peace is broken by an angry disc grinders scream.

Later when the screaming stops I venture out again.

Oh the blissful silence only birds cheeping can I hear.

Hark the peace is smashed by the heavy thump of a sledge hammer.

I stomp off into the house can’t we have a day of peace I swear.

I give up for the day and stay indoors going happy to my bed and peace.

False dawn arrives and so do the local sparrows three dozen busy birds wake me and start my day.

Outside in the sunshine enjoying the late sun.

Sounds like a lawnmower in the sky.

No! A bloody pair of powered hang gliders pollute my sky.

I check on amazon, no results for anti-aircraft guns.

Why is the world so bloody noisy?

Does no one appreciate the silence anymore?

Wherever I go I seem to hear sounds I don’t want to hear.

My new look could be Bluetooth headphones.