Last Sunday night I was woken up at about 1:30 am by a tremendous noise from the street below.
A clattering, rumbbing noise of a heavy duty engine penetrated the walls and windows. The double glazing on the windows, and the heavy curtains were doing nothing.
Unable to see the problem from my balcony, I get dressed and wander across the street where I see the group of 'engineers' from the local tram operator unblocking drains with a flat-bed mounted pressure washer. The washer itself, looked about 20 years old, and sounded like it was powered by a Harley Davidson engine. It was loud - amazingly so. From across the street, it was at least as loud as a jackhammer.
They faffed around for about half-an-hour before finally moving on.
A clattering, rumbbing noise of a heavy duty engine penetrated the walls and windows. The double glazing on the windows, and the heavy curtains were doing nothing.
Unable to see the problem from my balcony, I get dressed and wander across the street where I see the group of 'engineers' from the local tram operator unblocking drains with a flat-bed mounted pressure washer. The washer itself, looked about 20 years old, and sounded like it was powered by a Harley Davidson engine. It was loud - amazingly so. From across the street, it was at least as loud as a jackhammer.
They faffed around for about half-an-hour before finally moving on.
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