The Dreaded Drill

I've blogged a few times about my hate for the dreaded non-stop drilling that resonates around my neighbourhood by day.
Living in an area populated by aging Victorian terraces, I guess it's inevitable. But when you work from home and your ear-drums are constantly assaulted by that whiny errrr-errrrr-eeeerrrrrmm of the drill, it's enough to drive one to drink (more).
So I ask you: should I...
A) Flash the builders into silence?B) March over, demand all drills, then throw them in the bin?C) Run away from my flat, screaming, to the nearest Starbucks?D) Purchase a schmexy pair of earplugs and try to ignore the constant cacophony?
Bloggers of the world, I beseech you: help me deal with the drill!
(In non-drilling news: India Drummond's Ordinary Angels is available on Amazon here!)