There are roadworks at the end of my street for the next two weeks - I'm not really sure why, as the road looked perfectly fine before they started digging it up - and as my street intersects with a very busy road they're doing the works between 6pm and 6am, so as to interfere with traffic as little as possible. Which is great, and considerate, and all that, but it means that I go to bed listening to the growl and beep of heavy machinery until all hours. I'd forgotten how draining it is to have broken sleep and very little of it. I even managed to fall asleep on the bus coming home from work tonight. It's going to be the longest fortnight ever.