Goooooooood morning Vietnam! It's 0600 hours. What does the "O" stand for? O my God, it's early!

Ok, it was actually 07.35 am, but close enough.
A Canadian friend of ours told us that there are two seasons in Canada.
Winter and construction.
It's definitely not Winter.
This morning, as with yesterday and every morning this week the road right outside the front of our house was getting nice neat square holes carved out of it.


I'm sure they have their reasons, but why do they have to start at half past the middle of the night?
And it is the middle of the night if you go to bed at 3.30am.

They take a break about 10am to go to Tims which gives the neighbours a chance to get their construction work done. Three of our neighbours are currently working on their houses. Two at the front of our house and one across the back. The guy across the back is particularly dedicated, starting at about 10am and NOT STOPPING till it's almost dark, about 8.30 - 9 pm. Must be the coffee that keeps him going.
Canadians are completly obsessed with Tim Hortons, the doughnuts, the coffee, the timbits, the always-huge queue. Our neighbour leaves his house to walk to our nearest Dead Tims to get his double-double (two creams two sugars).
Somehow, even though there are thousands of Tim Hortons across the city, there is always a queue. It appears to be the most addictive substance known to man and yet I (not usually known for being good at resisting temptation) have not succumbed to the Cult of Tim.
Dare I say it?
*whispers* I don't like the coffee, it's piss weak.
If, however, I'm only getting 4 hours sleep maybe I'll have to get a taste for it until the end of the construction season.