The love child living next door has spent practically the whole day pressure-cleaning his driveway! Now I know that a little noise is going to happen with grass cutting or trimming, but this is totally excessive.
He should take up a nice hobby, like birdwatching or photography or cat-herding or even masturbation; just so he doesn't inflict himself on his neighbors! It seems that a six-hour concerto is enough.
Right now, I'm listening to Mozart while wearing earplugs.
I think after he's done, I'll play some t.a.t.u. on the porch; or maybe non-stop football songs.
"Cheer, cheer for old F***ing Notre Dame," Hail to the Victors," "Buckle Down Winsocki."
Or maybe just take Fred for a long walk.