These are our neighbours
Neighbour No. 1 seems to think I want
to spend my weekends on a building site, having spent my working week
on building sites. Neighbour No. 2 seems to think I want to listen to
Queen. And Neil Diamond. And other, similar, awful, dreadful,
middle-of-the-road music for people who don't really like music.
It's gone on too long. Why do they have
to make their abominable rows when I'm around? I'm out for long
working days Monday to Friday. Why can't they do the noisy stuff
then? I'm tired of plastic music 'lovers'. Do you have a blind panic if you
leave the house without your MP3 player? Do you make a point of
listening to at least one new artist each week to keep extending your
horizons? If those answers are not 'yes', then your self-proclaimed
status as a music lover is in serious doubt.
An unusual breakfast
Takeaway last night, and for some
strange reason, no reheated takeaway for breakfast. Might be the egg
glut. Poached eggs on toast, mushrooms and beans with BLISS instead.
LPL had reheated Chinese. Good girl.
Freddie's back...
...bowling for the Aussies:
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