oh, für elise...
sometime ago, i had a white and light-green house...
it was quite good to live there but one thing: every damn morning, eight o'clock am, the propane delivery truck used to pass by my window, playing a MIDI version of this delightful work, at a rock gig volume.
one day, it's amusing...the second, you get a bit annoyed...the third, you go earlier to work. then, you just don't mind and get out with only minor cerebral damage.
anyway, think about it: the hundred years' war probably was a whole lot worse.
best!