I cannot believe that grown tradespeople need to urinate constantly -apparently they do, and they urinate everywhere. The burning question is 'do they really need to do it in front of me?' (can you tell that right now I'm wishing them a little visit from the cystitis fairy?)
This construction lark is starting to wear thin right now - the 'pee pee team' as I've started calling them seem to delight in peeing, right in front of me. Isn't that what wild animals do to mark their territory ? Or maybe wild animals are more sophisticated than that. I am starting to believe that wild animals have better vocabularies than these creatures, too.
Apart from the public urination, the f-bomb seems to function highly in their communication, too. It's a noun, a verb and an adjective - who knew?!? Wow, at least this experience has built my communication skills. "Keep your f-ing pe%$*er in your f-ing pants and stop f-ing pissing on the f-ing lawn. What the f#$% do you think this is? A public f-ing toilet?". My mother will be so proud.