There is some man standing, as I write, outside our office with a fireman's hosepipe turned on to the max, where, if someone were to walk in front of this potentially lethal projectiled water, would probably die.
He is water blasting our windows. Not only is he standing there oblivious to the fact that WE CAN'T FUCKING HEAR ANYTHING right now, but glass versus this water is not going to hold.
So I'm off to have to smoke. I don't fancy getting drowned right this moment. I haven't even had the chance to meet my ex again for coffee for goodness sake.