Every year, on a Sunday morning in February, one of our neighbors hires a live band and the rest of us get jolted out of our slumbers by the bracing strains of tuba music.
Tuba, trumpet and drums. A sure antidote to sleeping late on the weekend.
We still have no clue what this is about. The musicians started playing at 7am, got really loud at 8, and were done by 9. Who on earth hires a live band to do this every year?