Help Me Stop the Drill!

I am about to lose it. My sanity (what's left of it), my hair (from pulling it out), my teeth (from grinding).

And why?

It's all down to DRILLING.

It's hard enough to write well without the consistently jarring noise of the DRILL across the courtyard. Given the gaping holes where glass once was, the builders appear to be replacing the windows.

Now, if this was a normal neighbourhood with normal houses, the whole process probably wouldn't have taken more than a week. But since this is a neighbourh...