She is still badly affected by the BANG, BANG, BANG, THUD, of laying paving stones, last week, next door; they may as well have come into her bedroom and laid into her with fists and boots. I mean badly affected; in a monstrous place, her body quivering with multiple symptoms; the agony in each breath, that I cannot reach. The abomination that is "sound-sensitivity" in Severe ME makes me raise my head and scream inside . Okay, in an hour or so, builders will start work, next door, digging up a concrete path, a few yards away from Linda's bed, with a pneumatic drill. They might as well be popping in to give her a good bashing about the head. She's too ill - did I mention that - to get up and get out , she's too ill to be here , without severe consequences. Long after the concrete has dried, her body will still be shaking from this and the pain will be howling . I wish we still had our dog here , to help us . For there'...