This reminds me of South Africa in 2010. The day that the World Cup officially opened a four-year-old a few houses away started blowing a vuvuzela. She kept it up for the entire afternoon; my husband and I were ready to commit murder. Fortunately the vuvuzelas quietened down a bit after that, except in the stadiums, but at least the suburban areas were quiet.
This reminds me of South Africa in 2010. The day that the World Cup officially opened a four-year-old a few houses away started blowing a vuvuzela. She kept it up for the entire afternoon; my husband and I were ready to commit murder. Fortunately the vuvuzelas quietened down a bit after that, except in the stadiums, but at least the suburban areas were quiet.