Chateau Midden: morning mayhem

The garbage truck and recycling truck normally go along the street picking up and dropping off the various bins as they go. However with a great big trench and cage in the way they've taken to backing up as far as they can and then the men bring and return each bin to and from the wagon. Our bin wagons arrive at about 8, the same time as the boy's school taxis and just when they start work on the hole. Last bin day was cacophonous.

First the men came to the hole and opened its cage: rattle, clash.
Then the caterpillar tracked JCB digger came along: grind, clash, rattle with continuous boggler-boggler of the diesel engine.
The tipper lorry that takes the dug up earth away backed up to the digger: brum-brum, rattle beep-beep-beep and continuous rumble of engine.
The little dumper truck full of yellow stuff trundled up and sat grumbling companionably next to it.
Number One son's taxi arrived and left.
Then the garbage truck backed up; beep-beep-beep, clash, rumbling engine.
All the two dozen or so waste bins from the whole street were trundled thunderously to the wagon. There was the grind and roar of the lifting and tipping gear and they were t even more thunderously trundled empty back. The garbage truck left.
Number Two's taxi came and went.
Finally the recycling wagon reversed up: beep-beep-beep, continuously rumbling engine.
All the two dozen recycling bins were thunderously trundled to the wagon, this time with tiny tinkles from the bottle canisters. There was the grind and roar of the lifting gear; accompanied by a cascade of clashing as the glass canisters were emptied. (I must say we seem to use a lot of glass in this street.)

At about quarter past eight the bin wagons had done their bit, the work vehicles turned off their engines and here was a moment of blessed silence.

Then they turned on the electric saw and started cutting through the asphalt.

Fester normally rises at 8.30, after the stress of getting ready for school is past.
He told me that even turning Radio 3 up really loud couldn't lull him back to sleep..
Having risen before 7 to get the boys up for school my sympathy flowed like putty.