My husband and I are at war over the radio. Will peace and quiet ever be possible? | Emma Beddington

I loathe jingles and DJ banter while he listens to BBC Radio 1 and doesn't get Radio 4. So who will win: the tinnitus sufferer or the controlling monster?

There's an ominous thumping downstairs as I write this, but it's not the builders who moved in when our sons moved out in September and who have been here ever since. Finally, work is staggering to a long-overdue end, meaning days of drilling and banging are only occasional.

Everything should be quiet, and recently - for whole, wonderful hours at a time - it has been. I have sat near-delirious with happiness, hearing nothing other than the occasional sparrow chirrup. Not right now, though, because my husband has replaced drilling with BBC Radio 1.